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At 24.

Young adulthood. The stage I'm currently in. The stage you are probably in or have been in. The stage that's filled with exciting milestones. The stage where you're granted unlimited pass to anything and anywhere. It is frightening, yet exciting. It is daunting, yet stimulating.

Exciting and stimulating; seems like life's active in motion. Seems like the stage to dash for the things that keep you awake at night. But, that's all fiction. That's all fiction.

To me, life is one of a ride. You go up, then you go down. You say hello, then there is goodbye. You strive, then there's stillness.

It is against the world. It is against the rules. Being still when everyone's in a hurry.

But then, a voice whispered.
Be still. Eventually, you will thrive.

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