More than trying to get better, the attachment of one's self to the substrate of life is one of the greatest endeavors of mankind. Attempts on betterment is a usual force of age, or of continued existence, for that matter. But developing a certain form of holdfast to the steady rhythm of dynamism is never as simple as survival. Life would always be a challenge in itself, more than just a dimension of being.
So. I stare into the impossibility instead.
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