Life is a strange sort of game that we have constructed. We can spend days and months without meaningfully engaging with another human person or a system.
I don't remember the last time I spoke poetry with someone? Or philosophy.
We all are so busy judging each other - or dragging down our markers - winning the game of darts - and then of course filling our life with work.
It all seems to pass by. The great journey, where most of us are ticketless passengers.
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