Savour the last few moments of the current thing. Whether that be an arrangement of some kind or the repeated event over a set course of time, there is something in the end of things that brings a wild beauty. Beautiful for it has lived and expressed and held as special for it expires too. That which is always there, will more often be taken as granted, it is the time imposed upon the thing that decides how it shines and of course, how rare it really is. So in any bout of existentialism, or otherwise the begrudging of apathy, seek instead to note on the beauty of existence for the time given.

Meditate.

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