If philosophy never taught me anything, it taught me to live and make every moment count. It taught me to embrace death. Not to die, but to be inspired by it. It taught me to love life; to live, regardless of the events around me. I have since grown a thick skin. I rise when I fall, I walk when I'm dumped and I laugh when I'm laughed at. I will tell you about death, something I was afraid of. Life is transient I learned. To live is to will to die. To live in the awareness that a hazy black smoke the shape of a man can pick you off your path and live you lying by the bush. But you must make progress yet, and progress is endless. If a man lives a thousand years, he will still wish formore, and with living, new dreams and aspirations. Your journey ends the day your breath stops. Before then, make every moment count. Philosophy taught me immortality. Not in heaven or anywhere spatiotemporal, but in theminds of humans through the books they read. Not much is known about our fathers' fathers because they never wrote down their thoughts. But some of them made impact and we remember them for those. To live forever is to remain in the hearts of men, and only something remarkable can etch your story so. To live, one has to survive and to survive one has to work. Go dirty if you must, but never go dirty. By this, I mean you can carry sewage if you like but never eat of it. Hardwork may disfigure your body, but life itself does that to us all. Do not let life run or ruin you, run it for as long as you breathe. And though there be surplus oxygen in the atmoshere, respiration is only for a time...
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