We the
uncertain youth; fearless and ever questioning as time speeds past us, lost
souls floating freely in the wind. Worrying about the future, longing for the
past but living in the present. Stop, reflect. Why are we so desperate to know
the future when we can’t let go of the past. I is a never ending competition
plagued by mirages of happiness and that elusive oasis.
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