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Death Eventually

He worked his entire life in order to make money, worked in three jobs and got sick sick like a dog... Then he spent the money to get his health back... Anxious like a wreck about the future he didn't have time to enjoy the present... So he was living as he was never going to die... And one day a rainy and a snowy day he died having so many questions about sense and sensibility died in a blink of an eye without really lived a decent life... God rest his soul hopefully somewhere in paradise... Idea taken from Dalai Lama.

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