Once in a while, I have the feeling that everything had changed.
Every day, the earth is moving, the wind is blowing, our life is changing.
Maybe nothing is 'Permanent'.
One day, the Permanent marker ink on my white board will be rubbed away.
One day, everything will turn into dust.
One day, we will change.
Maybe it's a good sign, maybe not.
Sometimes, it's good to make a change but sometimes it's better to stay the way you are.
This is life.
We can't predict the future, we can only accept it.
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