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I never just want to be good at just talking about life, I want to be good at living it too. I can imagine that when we developed eyes many billions of years ago, there must have been something magnificient to look at.
I think the odd thing might be is that we probably see that thing that we evolved eyes for and never really acknowledge it. We might walk around with our senses and completely take for granted the thing that allowed us to feel something, to reach out and to touch that one thing.
And we probably see it everyday and dont give a second thought. It drowns into the background of the background.
And in that moment, we miss the whole reason for living.
