You can't go after the moment. Moment come, and when it passed it's not a moment anymore, it become a memory, and memory couldn't bring us to anywhere. Memory is the rocks between the river stream, and we should be the stream, not the rocks. Everything happen without expecting. There is only one conclusion.. that is unconclusion. There is one deserve to be hoped to come.. that is unexpected. Stop to select what we want or not and stop to estimate about goodness and badness from anything. We lived not to judge but we are audience and observer.
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