That everybody thinks they’re great, wanting to be great, willing to compete with every single figure such as them just in order to be greater yet in the end not everybody could sit at the highest thrones. Even those with high achievements can’t also escape from meeting up with higher pains and depression, especially noticing that their greatness can’t get them perfection, truth and eternity in life while having more people to chase them for their qualities. In the end, everybody still remains under desperation and after all these chaos and noisiness, what’s left is only silence in eternal sleep. Oh hey, is this life?
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