Why is that we spend all our lives trying to live a better life when all that lies at its end is death?
Why is it that a 'better life' has to translate into more money? A car instead of a motorbike. Two cars instead of one. An apartment. Clothes. Shoes...
Why is that we spend so much time chasing things and not enjoying what exists?
This isn't called living, it's called surviving.
And, to survive, is to live with what is left.
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...we always have a choice. It's the choices that make us what we are...
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