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Dec 2015
NO MATTER HOW BEAUTIFUL A SONG IS, AN ATTIRE OR EVEN A PERSON WE HUMANS BECOME BLASÉ FROM IT ALL WITH TIME. WE FOREVER SEEK NEW THRILLS, DIFFERENT PLACES TO DISCOVER OR BOREDOM SETS IN AND WE BEGIN TO WHINE.
WE ARE NEVER SATISFIED; OUR NATURE CONSTANTLY DEMANDS MORE AND MORE AND MORE. OUR CRAVINGS ARE MAINLY FOR MATERIAL GOODS WHICH BEING TEMPORAL NEVER FULFILLS THE TRUE NEED AT THE CORE.
IF WE DARE TO BE HONEST WITH OURSELVES AND LOOK INWARD WE DISCOVER THAT THE VOID IS REALLY SPIRITUAL. I ONLY KNOW OF ONE SOLUTION TO THE BLASÉ DILEMMA; IT IS LOVE THAT FILLS THE VOID FOR US ALL.
Rita Anna Thompson
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Rita Anna Thompson  F/United States
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