what is life if not the desire to breathe, despite the dust and the mold and the allergies. that moment when your lungs open up wide and let the will to live in.
what is life if not the browsing the shameful history of our mishaps and our mistakes, despite the desire to breath fresh air. that moment when your brain enters the admin password and allows the delete-all script to run.
what is history if not the constant struggle, despite the optimistic state of mind. that moment when you wish upon a shooting star and let destiny take control.
what is change if not a meteor burning up on entering the comfort zone, following the oh-so-unpredictable laws of physics. that moment when your walls come down and you submerse into the hypothetical.
whats is dreaming if not a subtle metaphor for all that could be, despite the crude reality of life. that moment when one indulges the fantasy and lets the imagination run wild.
whats is imagination if not the silver lining to the dull perspective on life, despite the negativity and the weakness. that moment when your brain introduces you to a new philosophy of life.
what is philosophy of life if not a desire to justify what you are living, despite of what the world has to offer. that moment when your asshole brain tell you "whats is life if not the path to death, despite the everlasting desire to be eternal..."
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