Just like any bus journey seen on streets, just like any novel being read, there comes a time when we discover that our beliefs are made up of sham hopes, that the journey won’t last, that the novel will, at some point, reach its last page, regardless of how attached we’ve become to all those things… and just like every activity we do, our life will soon come to an end as we all are bound to go meet our maker, to breathe our last breath and leave the closest people to our hearts weeping our absence until fate reunites us one day, in a different place, at a different time.
We ask ourselves over and over again, what are we in this world but a group of lifeless bodies lying under the soil?
For all those reasons, we should live in peace with ourselves, in order to live in peace with others, for how we will be remembered is what will constitute our biographies, our reviews, and our immortality.
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