When you come into this world you know nothing. You learn to cry before you learn to laugh. You crawl before you walk.
You spend your life learning. You spend your life making sense of everything around you. You spend your life finding joy, shouldering sorrow, singing songs.
Before you begin to gain any perspective, you're dead.
This is an attempt to freeze life. This is an attempt to live forever.
To treasure the joy and record the sorrow.
This is my life, and this is how I live it.
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