Life, full of lies, cloaked in eternal deception
Work, full of drudge, covered with infinite frustration
End, thus life, end, thus work
One without the other
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Quipped
Life is all the more beautiful when you know that it is transcient, fleeting, and one pursues desperately for activities that bestow meaning, and the only true meaning comes from you alone. What is your meaning?
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