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Life is like a racecar, hurrying by.
Each year like a lap in the race of time.
Speeding by, as we discover more, meeting new people and seeing familiar faces.
Sometimes we crash due to our ignorance.
Sometimes, these metaphorical crashes are nothing but a minor inconvenience.
Every once in a while, these crashes can derail our lives.
Everything, different in a flash.
Life goes fast, we have to enjoy it while we can.
Some think they're on a throne, as though they are immortal, or better than the underdogs in some way.
There is no time to dwell on the past. Rather, to focus on the future of us and our loved ones.
Nothing in life is guaranteed, aside from sickness and death.
How you behave towards your fellow souls on the path to death governs how you live in the afterlife.
Fate is like a racetrack. We are simply the drivers of our metaphorical cars.
We cannot alter the paths of destiny.
Death is inevitable, but some seem to think they can avoid it.
Sadness and disappointment are simply roadblocks. We can overcome them.
We are all born with a purpose, and we must fulfill it.