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In my desolate state, I stand unknowing of what lies just beyond the current second. Of course, I can dream and imagine what fate might have in store for me, but ultimately, it is my decision. My life is like a wave on the sea that starts big and bold but slowly relinquishes all life to the claws of death which will soon bind me. This breath which now I take might possibly change the world around me, or bring me to my demise. If only there were a way...


Treat all disasters as if they were trivialities but never treat a triviality as if it were a disaster.
— Quentin Crisp