It is not things that age, but our perception of them. Time does not change walls, but it changes the meaning of standing before them. How many goals that were once lofty are now merely dry wells? We discover too late that our most precious possessions are the empty spaces we left for wonder. And when we turn around, we see that what we thought was a burden on our shoulders was, in reality, wings we never dared to spread.
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The Wandering of the Awakened
Truth is not a treasure to be discovered, but rather a chain from which we break free each morning. Humanity's greatest battles rage in silent corridors, where the "I who was" clashes with the "I who ought to be." We live in the abyss separating what we show the world from what we hide from ourselves. And whoever thinks they have arrived is merely a traveler exhausted by the wandering, failing to realize that the journey of self-discovery is itself the self.
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