“The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.” Mark Twain
The world, once crisp with purpose, wears a veil. Of gifted ease, where shadows softly lie. We drift, like leaves on autumn's gentle gale, Content to watch the blazing colors die. No frost of endeavor bites our pampered skin. No winter wind compels our frozen will. Convenience beckons, pleasure draws within, A lavish trap where dreams and deeds grow still.
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