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Dear Charlie,
Life is a journey.
Sometimes we travel outside ourselves. Through landscapes and spaces that broaden our horizons and reduce us to our own insignificance.
Sometimes we travel away from our own selves and no longer reconize who we are or what the hell we're doing. These outer body experinces can be very revealing or excruciatingly damaging.
And sometimes, most of the times, we travel within, inside our own minds, trying to understand who we are, where we're going or what is it that we really want.
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Life is a journey.
From point A to point B.
There is a begining and an end to every journey.
There is a path, but seldom a compass.
And maybe, Charlie, just maybe there might even be a reason.
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