Someone told me that after we die, we will live in the memory of our loved ones, and life will credit us through our achievements in this world.
But wait a bit, my friend, we are just passing by, we are guests, architects, warriors, and sometimes lovers.
We're meant to leave for the others, the newcomers.
We don't need sculptures, marks, or worshipers. We need to let go, and the universe will recycle its flaws.

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