One for the List
Comprehension, impossibility of fulfilment of the list, deprived with forces to struggle.
And a life tightened in daily routine which with greed absorbed its all time. And only
sometimes, more often during such moments, it could look at the life from. It is
necessary to struggle, struggle even that it was interesting. The life is too short to
regret for its rapidity. Also is useless to complain about injustice of an old age and death.
Die all is fairly. Leave to release a place another. As it is not paradoxical sounds, but
immortal essences, first of all, are doomed to degeneration. As a last resort, there will
be someone one. And it not simply beautiful list of words. If to not carp, will die out too
all earlier or later.
Rumbling of set of motors has returned the validity. It has looked back, and it was filled
with grief - all list remains behind. So was in the childhood, no then such ideas were not.
There the happiness and a spontaneity was simple, supported by thirst to play, thirst
in the list to learn. Then it seemed, that always it is possible to learn more increasing
and more. But the world is too great. Unfortunately bright events occur more often to
mediocre persons or with those who struggles. It was more likely the list observer, the
thinker. And to whom they are necessary? Hard having sighed, it has moved on the
sidewalk covered by pools home...
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