1.24.2013

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Only the truly fortunate get to watch their dreams go up in smoke. In a blaze of glory for the world to witness. The rest of us will see them die in our sleep. Little by little. Night after night. We may not even realize they have left us, until they are completely gone; our lives reduced to animated shells. But Woe unto those who would see their wildest dreams to fruition. They must bear the weight of false belief. Of thinking life to be only a thing of joy. That life is good. It is not. Life simply is. And that is good. There is a subtle difference.