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Life

Life is growth, labor, and preparation to death, only those are in turn, it satisfies. 


Life is long and short, very exciting and bored some strange item, no any other relatively compared object to it. It satisfies. 


No other odd signified item at least atone running must be found.


Just to us, how we can interpret them all, so personally. Because nobody tries to tell any personal matter so publicly.  After all any personal item could be tacitly regarded and not that precisely questioned by any other one. 


Life is once given, no other it could never be done, to us, only it is universally unexceptional fact to us all. 


To it, anybody is reluctant at reacting any convincing talk. Not convincing one neither.


Yes, indeed, otherwise, the contradictory asking in turn something could be stocked, so enigmatically, you know. 


Life signifies with competing any unnecessarily unsolved item, clarified not sugarcoating any worse condition. Though, if that'd be done so so, any life won't have any regret.


Exact them, life should be so arbitrary, in the end, we'd know that everything ended so well, no other regret will be there. 


Rather, personally, anyone should have own personally enjoyably recollective mind, at any end. 


Truth assorts, it satisfies. 


But personally, any idea could never have own satisfied answer, after all, to it, how we will be left to our mind. 


Though, life thing is nasty and distracts and irritates our ordinary mind. But to it, in the end, we should confront so modestly and easily, only the subject is thrusted to yourself. 




Dec. 21st.   2023