A million moments make up an entire life. One, miniscule, insignificant second is a fraction of our lives, which amount to something great. By this logic, our lives consist of unimportant moments, and equal something important. How is this possible? How can a life so long and fulfilling be made of such negligible things? It doesn’t really make sense to me, this logic, and I don’t know who can explain it to me.
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