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                                      How life comes and goes, flowing along, unstopable on its way to eternity.
                                             
                                                                      The Way of Life
         If life is a road, shouldn’t there be a map? But no. It couldn’t be that simple. Such is the way of life, never to know exactly what lies ahead. Some people, for one reason or another, seam to have a fairly good idea, while others find themselves wandering blindly. And Life goes on. In my wake I leave a trail of hazy memories, festering regrets and star like swaths of happy recollections. Ahead lies a dark void, home to the pail forms of fanciful hopes, and the shadows of uncertainty and fear that prey on them.
                                                                
                                                                          Time and Tide
         I feel the time slipping by, as one might feel a stream of water flowing past. The water is always changing, but the current remains the same. The present never last long enough before it is swept away. So many things I mean to do never get done. Some day it will be to late. It is true what they say; Time and Tide wait for no-one. My greatest fear is that of waking up one morning (or rather, not wake up one mourning) and finding that my life has run its course, and I have done nothing. I have never been good at getting things done; always to contemplative and argumentative. Hopefully perseverance and responsibility will find their way into my character some day soon.