Is it true that good things don't last long? Are they meant to be short-lived? I ask because I'm not sure; but one thing I do know: L requires, demands adaptation and learning. L is always full-fledged, we're the tiny ones, expectig idiotic things from a jeannie that can grant us true happiness.

Brevity as an inherent part of our mental makeup. We're finite. We're doomed. We see the tunnel only. We finish even before commencing.

If that were true, how futile all efforts towards contentment and happiness! How pointless the dream of L on earth!

Or else??

Perhaps because of that very brevity it is our duty to do our best, we're forced to live the best way we can. Now... what is best? Seemingly, that'll call for another entry.

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