Like all things that are rare and limited are most valued and precious to us, our life becomes too dear and lot more meaningful when it come close to its end. I have been there and I know how it feels. You cling on to every single breadth; cherish each single moment, and every single person become too dear to you. And your whole past life flashes in your eyes as you get over whelmed with the feeling and need to undo everything you did wrong, undo every hurt you caused, express your love to several people and say how much they mean to you and disperse off all your wisdom to those who may use it to grow into fine young people and perhaps remember you with fondness.
The way to gain a good reputation is to endeavor to be what you desire to appear. ~ Socrates
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