Chasing the ideal. Living in the real. There is a tension there. And we must pay attention. All the little details count. The days tick by. The light of the day shrinks as the seasons change. Dark to dark seems to expand day by day. Carrying on becomes a mission in itself. It pays to have a mission. Keeps the game going with a forward momentum. You have this idea of the beautiful, of the good, of the right and true. You want to live there. You want to make it last, knowing that nothing lasts. Aye, there's the rub.
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