Worldly Pleasures
I wonder if there was ever truly a time in which I was unburdened by the world; completely unaffected. For, isn't it true that we depend upon this world to survive? Maybe it's a cruel paradox that the place in which life is possible also allows for death.. and pain. Are we truly free to explore every part of this universe if we must always return? And although we like to believe that there's more out there, that there's more places that can sustain life, this is the only place we can truly rely on. Yet, we are slowly destroying it. And soon, there will no longer be enough time, or oxygen, or hope to continue on.
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