Time passes, the weather clears ... And most importantly, everything goes so fast. The time has this dual capability to get closer to tough times ahead, and make you forget the good times ... fortunately, do the opposite.
Yet, what is otherwise the manufacturer of nostalgia, the architect of oblivion, the guide to death? The man is fighting against time: He tries to keep the memories, with memories, writings, relationships ... He tries to fight against his progress by delaying his own death as much as possible ... And what can we do? Can we fight against body so strong and powerful? Does any would not fight in vain, desperate, futile?
For my part, no, because if the weather can destroy it is not necessarily absurd to try to control its effects. So do not let time erode our lives, do not let good times turn into mere nostalgia ... Maintain all that is dear to us, that time does not go to do his damage. It already makes life much too short.
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