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But like everyone else, people lose their dreams when they become adults. To it we were no exception.
Life is a process of constantly losing something. It is the essential grief of being. ... ...
The spectrum of hope that I had vaguely in my life as a child was buried deep inside a bourgeois charcoal gray routine.
Above all, the world was riding incredibly fast and simple, and at a tremendous pace, when I stepped out and looked at the world on which I was standing, I felt a sense of loss and crisis. The world is waiting for a bloody routine repetition rather than a wonderful life, a wonderful adventure. Repetition is also an attribute of hell.