Wants. Needs. Happiness. We suffer because of them. All of it...useless...
It is useles. Life is useless. We spend our life working and laboring, and what do we have to show for it? Generations come and generations go, but the world stays the same. The sun stil rises and it still goes down, going wearily back to where it must start all over again. Every river flows into the sea, but the sea will never be full. The water returns to where the river began and starts the thread of streaming all over again.
Everything leads to weariness. A weariness which words aren't ardent enough to explain. Our eyes can never see enough to be satisfied. What has happened before is bound to happen...again...
No one remembers what has happened in the past, and no one in the days to come will remember what happpens between now and then.
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