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So I make a big deal out of simple things, such as boredom. I cry, despair and try to make everything possible to run away from that feeling of nothing happening, or being able to happen. So we all have our frustrations, and moments when we think we might as well die if this is to be repeated. But then the wind comes in waves, and it never plans on staying… nor next to you, nor anywhere around… it just flies to keep reminding every one of us that its presence is as inconsistent as our own state of mind, and that no matter what we do, it’ll be back around to enter our five senses and make a life our of it. It celebrates its own performance every time, unlike me, unlike everyone else.