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perspective
either everything matters, or none of it does. a single shrimp in the gulf. a hairy eyeball. the moon.
we are diminished by the loss of anything, and yet we must let go of the things we love, one by one. we lose them all, and eventually ourselves lie down and die.
i celebrate life while i have it. i thrill at each new sunrise, each new birth, so that when i finally say goodbye, i will not regret never having lived.
o.c.