Slice of Life
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Tue, Mar 18, 2025
Life, that delicate and ephemeral bubble of our existence, floats upon the vast, unseen currents of time.
It is to recognize that, though our bubble may one day burst, the essence of our being-the love we shared, the kindness we showed, the legacy we left-will endure, a ripple in the vast ocean of existence.
Thus, let us live not as mere passengers on this journey, but as conscious participants, ever mindful of the fragility and grandeur of our little bubble. For in the end, it is not the length of our days that matters, but the depth with which we have lived them.
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