When we are born, often we are born alone. When we live, we live in our own body, our own mind. When we die, we die alone.
Well... That's one depressive way to think of life. We arrive in this world, hopefully in caring arms. We live through, making connections between spirits and souls and between hearts. When we leave, we linger on in memories and touch the world. Though we're but a minuscule droplet within a gigantic ocean, we still cause ripples.
Though our lives may be minute, minuscule, short-lived and sometimes, in the worst of times, useless... We are still alive. And until then, we will continue to strive onward. Maybe we can't reach our dreams tomorrow, but we can survive one more day, to keep on trying.
Now, I wonder... what the hell did I just babble on about?
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[ Forever: Art of life ] Through the eyes of the Beast of Blood, Malice.
I am but a simple guy, I still have a lot to learn, a lot to see... So therefore, I shall try to impart all that I know and do my best as well... That is, I shall try to give you all I know, and all I've seen, about this strange art which is life.
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