Nobody knows when the best day of their lives will be. Each opportune moment exists ceaselessly till the reaper swings his mighty scythe. But on that dying day we will recall which one we’d most desire again. Try and live for these. Selah
Life tinkers onwards through this sodium balloon drawing ever closer to the atomic match. One ****** can keep a man chasing cheese his entire life. One can only assume it will never come. But on that dying platform we will recall which one we’d most desire again. I often ponder such concepts and try to hone how I should live. Selah
Which of these do you prefer...?
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 3:55 PM UTC
Nobody knows when the best day of their lives will be. Each opportune moment exists ceaselessly till the reaper swings his mighty scythe. But on that dying day we will recall which one we’d most desire again. Try and live for these. Selah
Life tinkers onwards through this sodium balloon drawing ever closer to the atomic match. One ****** can keep a man chasing cheese his entire life. One can only assume it will never come. But on that dying platform we will recall which one we’d most desire again. I often ponder such concepts and try to hone how I should live. Selah
Which of these do you prefer...?
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