Words of adviceRæl H. Bishop
I think I might’ve finally accepted the fact that I’m gonna die some day.
A story has no purpose if it doesn’t have an end.
We will all die some day and never again be able to feel the sun shine on our faces, shielding us with warmth.
But it’s that very fact that lets us enjoy the sun for his bountiful rays.
Be here, now.
For even the sun will burn out one day and never shine again.
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