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>> No.16952010 [View]
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Has there been a particular moment in time when your dreams got crushed? If so, describe this moment. In retrospect, was it possible to evade this moment or would you see it as an inevitable occurence?

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The unfairness of life is something that every human, regardless of his initial circumstances, will one day face.

When this encounter happens early in life, it causes a skeptical and mistrusting attitude towards all which grows and blossoms. This all will be seen, not as a necessary and innately caused growth, but rather as a growth maintained by a lack of external destructive circumstances, circumstances that are fundamentally based on chance.

If the individual can, for some kind of reason, evade this truthfulness of life, by sheer luck or a peaceful nurturing at his initial steps on the stairway of life, he will be destroyed by it all the more when he inevitably collides with it at a later stage.

The shocking nature of this collision can cause surprising damage to the untrained human. In the end, the initially unprepared individual tumbles back of the stairs of life and passes the before long skeptical and suspicious human.

This moment, when the formerly thriving and triumphant man slips away from his felicity and while drifting down passes the man who is already touched - or destroyed if you will – by the circumstances of the world, it is in this moment, when the two men face each other and their eyes touch, while the formerly triumphant man is rolling of the stairs while the already skeptical man is walking up slowly, with a hunched back, that a reflection can be seen in their eyes.

What is this reflection you may ask? And one should never be too hesitant to answer this question. Because the answer is already known for the inquirer. And it is also known for those who never ask. It is the reflection that we see daily in the eyes of our fellow man, the fundamental weariness that we sense in dried up laughs and void stares, in unaware speech and inhibited sentiments, it is the passing of time itself that we see; it is life that is reflected.

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