And as the number of years that passes by us increases, things seem to us smaller and more trivial, until the life that seemed to us stable and steady in the days of our youth, now nothing has become but a set of moments that quickly passed by us, each moment was just an illusion. In seeing the whole world as if it were all a mirage and wasted. Arthur Schopenhauer
I wish I knew from before that life is like a hollow in which the empty floats and rises and descends the full and sinks.
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