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The presence of death entering ones life makes everything else so irrelevant.
Whether the impending death of the woman whom raised you, or the small deaths that happen in you’re psyche everyday.
Everything that is unimportant is just that. Yet so profoundly more now, that a sort of calmness enters your soul. You understand now that everything ends.
You may never had understood when people would recite this term. You may never understand until something ends on you, with no chance of its return. A final ending.
There is a sort of beauty though, to understanding how fragile time and living with the law of it is.
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