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Mar 2011
eventually you will be forgotten.
no one will remember your name,
when the sun sets on eternity.
it seems absurd to me that you
should want it any other way.
it's liberating--to realize that
what you do in life really doesn't
matter.  now don't confuse me
with a nihilist. there's meaning
to life.  My oh my is there meaning,
if you know where to look anyhow.
i'll even tell you where to find it.
go grab a mirror, stare yourself
in the eyes. now say "i am happy when.."
you just thought of something.
be it money, art, sports, the woman you love.
it doesn't matter.
That fire you just saw burning in your eyes
at the remembrance of what you love?
that passion?
that is the meaning of life.
now go live.
Written by
John Roark
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