What he could’ve been
Wishful thinking
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About
There is a certain beauty of interpretation and perception. A personal opinion about the conditions of our lives are built through the varitable experiences conducted through varieties of situations that we are put under. It takes a smart mind to hold true to your own opinions, but it takes a wise mind to be truely open to all interepretations, including your own. This is the pivetol ingredient of art and artistic prose, the thirst of knowledge, a hunger for life, an addiction to experience, lust, anger, love, adolescence, desire, tranquility, wishful thinking, whatever, it's all bullshit.
