If I live in fear, I do not live at all.
I can bend in the breeze or complain about the chill.
I can work for my dream or become a hobo.
I can either sleep all day and be tired or wake up at 6 and be tired.
I can either work hard or be lazy.
If the world is going to end in fire, I could end it all right now.
Okay, so maybe that's not right.
whysoserious
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