there's something poetic in the way that life manages to twist us around. when we feel like things are all figured out, we always get put in our place. we know nothing.
it's the universe. it's god. it's all those things.
we can't pretend to understand why things happen when they do.
"no one sets out to be a great man. just be a man, and let history decide"
what else can you do?
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