Vitality, Weariness, Sleep
Vitality becomes youth.
Weariness becomes age.
Sleep becomes death.
Weariness becomes age.
Sleep becomes death.
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Consciously Subconscious
Thinking you subconsciously act against your will is just a conscious act of denial.
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Thought of Words
As children, we pondered the meaning of words, but as adults, we can only think in terms of them.
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What You Become What You Are
The more you control, the more you become, but the less you are.
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Passing
Just when you think you've reached your goal, you move right pass it and realize there was never an end in the first place.
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Continuity
Without consistency, there is no progression.
Without progression, there is no continuity.
Without continuity, one ceases to exist.
Without progression, there is no continuity.
Without continuity, one ceases to exist.
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Coldness in Summer
As kids in school, we spend our days in the winter cold,
but as summer approaches, we just feel old.
but as summer approaches, we just feel old.
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Greatest Language
The greatest language is intuition.
The greatest barrier is language.
The greatest barrier is language.
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Purpose of Change
You say you want to make a change in the world. What will you do once you attain it? What's preventing you from doing that already?
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Intention
If you know what ought to be done, then do it. Don't cite an excuse for your action.
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Personas
Who are you if you take on a different persona at every hour? Would anyone truly ever know you? Would you even know yourself?
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Understanding and Knowing
Sometimes we understand too much, but we don't know enough to express it.
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Caring Too Much
Sometimes people refuse to care because they know they will end up caring too much.
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School and College
Where in school there was a sense of buildup and progression, in college there is but a series of intermissions, a collection of fragments along a flattened stairway, a constant scramble to proceed as quickly as possible without a destination.
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