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The fact that we will be gone in 100 years fasinates me. Again, I was thinking about how small and insignificant we are in the world, how our lives are like a mist, here and then gone.
The passing of time, looking forward to the future, then reflecting on the past, and how we as humans are only on earth for a small space in history.
As a new day dawns, I can see the sun,
And I?m in anticipation of good things to come.
So this is how it feels, to be a part of something real,
To be a part of something greater than I know.
In a century, we will all be gone.
Life was meant to be, good for everyone.
As the sun goes down, in the western sky,
As I sit here in reflection of the days gone by.
I am 21. I?m 21 years young, with 21 years to be thankful for.