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Life is quite a funny thing. You awake with one intent, start on another and gather them as some do scars. There is no limit, if only your own mind. limitless and boundless ideas as one pleases, yet no one pursues. Is there not more? there is always another reach, another promotion, another goal and another day. Does it need to be as it is, or are we binding ourselves? following in the footsteps of those before does no good for those who will come and those after and so on. Life is a gift, yet we squander it as if we have it in bounty. No one is truly free, confined by themselves as they confine others. It is an eternal circle, we bite our own tail and make sure everyone else goes with us in our inevitable demise.