History always repeats, but history is measured in the centuries of the world, while the life of an individual lasts barely for a century, most of the time, even less. It’s snowing outside, it’s beautiful. It seems that life likes to throw new problems at you, just as you begin to think you are getting the hang of the usual ones. You understand dating, life throws you death. You learn about sadness, you’re smacked in the face with depression of a loved one. You start to master friendship, you’re then faced with betrayal. Such is life.
What does one do when he sees the very pillars of virtue and strength are not as solid as they once seemed? How does one deal with the hum drum of life, while it’s snowing outside and so beautiful.
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