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by hank-helman

Will the Aliens save us. The answer is not a yes or no. It's a why. Why would they. There are no saviors. No heaven or hell. It will be up to us to figure it out. And you wonder if your life has meaning or purpose. You make a difference. A huge difference.. Set goals. Build hope. Immerse in optimism. Resiliency, resilient, resilience. I will not give up. Ever
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