There is a life that we imagine. Every day we try to move towards our imagination. It takes a lot of courage to see through the tedious darkness. The adventure of the ordinary. The little things that matter. Conflicts about our lives. It's neatly ordered in our minds. There is another thing that makes our lives worthwhile. It is beyond the ordinary. It is placeless, formless and pure. We cannot see it. We cannot feel it. It is what finally sets you free. The only thing about it is that we long for its desolation. The peaceful echoes of the lost soul. Things which don't change us are not real.
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