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Apr 2020
Time waits for no one, argues with no one and independent from everyone. Outside of our control is time. When we don’t have enough of it, we are troubled. When we have too much of it, we are troubled.

Time makes you realize the loneliness of the mind. When you’ve thought about everything you’ve ever think about, and still have abundance of time. We are slaves to time. We can’t rush it, we can’t slow it down. We simply flow with it whether we like it or not.

Human nature is forever unsatisfied. Our youth we hope to rush into life. When we are old we hope to slow things down. Time isn’t our friend nor is it our foe. It’s simply our companion in this journey.
When we were forced to stay home, I simply couldn’t wait till this virus was over.
Anthony Takirua
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Anthony Takirua  22/M/Fiji
(22/M/Fiji)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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