and on this death bed - sixty years from now will i want to live this life all over again. these last breaths, these last thoughts. these last breaths - these last thoughts spent thinking i wasted it all. months and years, working and paying, consuming each and every thought. not living for this day, but constantly for tomorrow. and when the last breath leaves the discontent will slowly consume with a life wasted on paper, market - surrounded by unfulfilled relationships and clutter. renounce tradition, the notion of how others have taught us to live. heart stops, life is fleeting, without regret.
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