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Do not despair, for the most important time is yet to come.
You can blame yourself, you can hate the ones around you, you can pretend that you are safe.
But do not forget, that the most important time is yet come.
Walk down the street, what do you see?
Do you see a man laying on the ground talking to himself,
Or perhaps, do you see a woman with her three children without a ring?
You hear the sounds of laughter, but they are cries of death.
You see kids dancing in the grass, but they are performing the dance of death.
You smell the permeating perfume of a woman walking by, but it is the scent of a dead body.
Does it matter what I see? Would you like to know?
Walk down the street.
Smell the air and listen to its stories.
Look at the colors and keep them company.
Converse with the sky and bask in the sun’s rays.
You do still remember don’t you,
That the most important time is yet to come?
