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We think we have so much of it. So, day by day, we wait. We wander aimlessly. We unconsciously waste. We live quiet, muted little lives, always looking forward— but never far enough to see what could be. But we have two lives. The second— it begins the moment we realise we only get one. So, carpe diem. Because the graveyards are full of tormented souls who thought they had more time.
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Aug 12, 2025
Aug 12, 2025 at 9:24 AM UTC
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We think we have so much of it. So, day by day, we wait. We wander aimlessly. We unconsciously waste. We live quiet, muted little lives, always looking forward— but never far enough to see what could be. But we have two lives. The second— it begins the moment we realise we only get one. So, carpe diem. Because the graveyards are full of tormented souls who thought they had more time.
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Aug 12, 2025
Aug 12, 2025 at 9:24 AM UTC
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