E 'that the time away and be like chasing. It 's all there the problem, there would be nothing difficult time in life if we expected. But he runs, he does not care to know he was born, should not explain to anyone because no one can live long enough to ask. And he knows it.
Corre, started first and won, it was adapted, the only one to have succeeded: he runs, he is aware. He understood.
runs and leaves a trail, one for each of us. Who Short, who long, he is not interested, it is not his business. Do not do it with a specific purpose, really, is that is so, the rest is all luck. And waiting.
So expect to see, day after day, what he left behind for us. Then, every so often, we turn back. And it is a very bad idea, really, the worst thing you can do. Why are the contrails disappear.
great truth.
Hell, if not we can achieve going forward, should at least be possible to turn around and enjoy the trail, maybe get over it ... again ... why not change it.
And 'logic makes perfect sense, does not bat an eyelid. It should be so do not you think? It must be so.
But no.
Then you run. Racing and leave my trail, which leaves millions, billions.
continue to follow him until he wants us to rest. We have nothing to do here. to go on him. What is left alone.
"Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death”
(Pink Floyd, “Time”)
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