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The shape of life is beautifully circular; a certain rotating spiral of life and death. Yet, in this seemingly morbid cycle, humans are able to find beauty. The beauty of love entertains us for a while; giving us some reason to stay and wait to complete the circle. And it is for this love that we all hold on.
What is to want? Is it a simple survival mechanism, designed to push our society towards success and away from extinction? Or is it something more, something that originates not from our heads but from our very souls? Something that is written into our identity from the moment we step onto this earth?