I am surrounded by the wisdom of my elders.
In the creases in their face, the twist in their bones, the scars on their skin, the stories in their hearts. These people have lived life.
So many questions they could answer, but I only have one inquiry.
"What is the most important thing in life?"
I have received very different answers. Money, education, family, friends, love.
But there was one answer that left me speechless, cold, and very dismal.
Nothing. Nothing is important in life.
When I pressed him further he had told me "I have lost the woman I love, now I'm just waiting to die so I can see her once again."
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