a tiny wisp of flame in a vast land of snow, staring hazily at the blazingly beautiful sun giving warmth to all.
wavering under the heavy retaliation of the fierce blizzard of snow, trying to reach the blazing beauty without any rhyme or reason and yet the sun is ignorant??
Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter. You don’t stop laughing when you grow old, you grow old when you stop laughing.
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