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[mistresspaije]

Twenty years go by and your life is now what? A nightmare? A lullaby? A wild dance of which no one walks away from the same as they entered? Twenty years. I was ten then; a child of my time, even with the decade as most of my friends are now. We all turn equally as time turns. Children of the millennium, we are. I remember how everyone talked of

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[bichoose]

IT..is a great shame,that nobody scribbled a comment..there are many things scribbled across the net, some suck, some are worth sucking, and some are worth pondering over yours is one..i remember clearly new years eve 1999..the hope has turned out to be the biggest suck of all.

take care....

[mypetal]

There is always the chance that we are all wrong, and now is all there is. Twenty million years may never come. Twenty minutes from now is just as much of a mystery. In twenty seconds... who ever knows?

There is always the chance our existence is a story, and none or all of us are the protagonist. There are too many possible possibilities when we realize that all we're doing is thinking, and feeling, and giving things names to make it easier to carry the world around.

Don't think your life doesn't have any meaning or bearing on the universe. If you weren't living it, how could any of what you know exist? So much has happened because you occupy a space and a time with your mind and body. Change and consequence radiates out from each of us in constant, ceaseless, tiny ripples.

There is too much possibility for it to be nothing in the end. Too much room for us to be completely, utterly wrong.