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sometimes the future is not as scary as we think. It is a pleasant feeling to know that it is here to stay. That we can dream and hope and become what we would else have not, had we been in another place. Thankful and cherish the moments and us eachother. Linger in the opportunity of new life, we must be wary of not staying too long in the same spot. The same place. Our fortune.
Veiling like a snake outside what you percieve as first and second, is another path. A conflict, in many cases. Most turn around, the brave ones however worries that it might have an unwanted effect and in turn create chaos within their minds. People always overlook this very little but important detail. About life. About everything. Something they defend themselves with when the distance in their bed grows and grows, like a big tumor. Playing the pain-part of society, you ferret the relevant goals for hints and links. To previous encounters. Pay up and it will slide easier. Proxy by experience. Venture and statically importance is of great value as long as the circular void around your reflections is not out of proportions.
You know, the elders are not in a very good place in this day and age. Too old. And the children follow them all home, to safety, and feed them. Making babies is their past. Now is the future of them. Please. The elders, who convey a bigger truth, through a retrospective finale.
Contrary to popular belief the sentiments are actually returned. To the young. And they swallow it because the friction of sentimentality gets too big. Follower, followee. A low price to pay. Suddenly you wake up, and you realize that this specific elder, this enlarger of men, this coin in the circumstance of all life is bound to repress your feelings as you travel to deeper and deeper caverns of the unconscious. Totally or monumentally, you are proud. About your fortune. About something or another. It is not up to me, anyway. Whatever, fuck off.