I find it quite ironic that every day we wake is just one step closer to the day we die. The day we leave and can not take anything we spend are entire lives trying to get to. Why do you suppose life is made up this way? To work, hurt, struggle and leave as we come...empty handed? In all honesty its one word in itself humble. Make everyday count. Put others before yourself, bring joy and meaning to the life of others. Because then when you go you won't leave completely empty, but have left a sense of purpose and proof that your life meant someone. So just stay humble...
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