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There is a span of about twelve minutes in which the night collides with day, and the blue glow of the sky captures the balance of a night of revelry and the supposed rebirth of life. It is one of my favorite times of day, most enjoyed with fresh thoughts and events of the night racing through my head and competing with each other for my attention. It is when the two parts of my life meet and smack a sense of realization into me. The message is never written in black and white, never highlighted and bordered. There is only the confirmation that my life is just that, a single burst of hydrogen, carbon, and oxygen…with trace elements. I never feel more alive than at this moment. Nothing is more thrilling to me than the sense of being humbled into exactly what life amounts too. This isn’t depressing at all. It invigorates me, opens up every possibility that can be accomplished by the simplicity of accepting one’s ability. This feeling will be gone by days break, but knowing that it is there excites my mind. It makes me write this. It makes me dream. It makes life capable of the possibilities. But it only lasts about twelve minutes.