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Me: At some point you may wake up one morning and realize that you don’t have much time left. And you’ll stop caring. You’ll just stop caring. 


Other person: About what? That’s exactly the thing- if I value every living being life, if I put myself in every set of shoes, than I don’t have just one life


Me: You’ll realize it’s just not so. 


And you have only yourself. 


And nothing matters.


Nothing matters at all. 


END. 

^

Stupid depressing person making me step out of the elaborate framework of distractions I’ve constructed, called being busy. 

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