What do we want from life? Do we live and love and laugh and dream or does all that die at some point until you just simply exist? Do the events of your life simply kill the life inside you? Do we reach the point where unrealized dreams are no longer practical, that some things just simply aren't going to happen, and we foolishly hope for things that are never going to change?
At what point did life make us quit? What was the thing that made us realize reality? Was it the lesson of years, with time being the ultimate teacher? We optimistically hope for a miracle or some low probability event defying the odds and actually turning our lives around to a bigger, brighter future. But the realist in us whispers in our ear that that time has come and gone years ago.
In the end, we do the best we can, in the circumstances we have, day by day by day.
-Anonymous
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