“On earth, we are like chess dice in the hands of the master. At each tweak, he decides which dice leads first. On his weakness, his own gets defeated. We are like the farmer who has planted and toiled, but on the day of rest, the rain sweeps everything away. All the labor, the hard work – all gone, and never to return as before. We are like the flowers that blossom each day, but then the floods sweep them away. We are left with nothing but heartbreak, sadness, and grief. Hoping to recover, but time doesn't heal anything. We are nothing here, nothing on earth, nothing in this world. Let each of us await his own time. Until then, YOLO.”
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