a normal day
What is it, that keeps us alive, what it is it, that makes life better or sweeter for us then death? I do not question Why do we live, I ask why do we like living? That is a curious thing, because logically seen we all gonna be one day only dust....
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We live to be a part of something, something bigger than ourselves Harry :) I was thinking about something similar earlier on this evening. I know I don't do an important job. I don't heal the sick, I don't make the streets safe, I don't help make the country run. Yet I figure that I'm doing what I'm meant to be doing. I'm good at what I do for a reason. I don't think I'll ever understand my purpose, but I know I must have one :) Otherwise life wouldn't make sense.
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