Walking pathways into the future, watching videos upon a
photographic screen as I do so, reliving the past as I
continue to move forward through a temporary destiny.
Thinking silently to myself about what life is about, why
do we have to even live it and why must we go through hell
in order to do it.
Thoughts come clearly into focus, telling me that we must
live through every experience, good or bad, in order to
learn things we'll need to know when we die, beginning a
new life, much different than the ones we have here on earth.
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