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Remember those days that you had as a child? The big baseball game... or the bit slumber party or dance recital? Do these memories become any less large and phenominal when you remember them later in life? After all, it is just a baseball game, just a few friends hanging out and just a foggy reflection of the actual greatness that might be out in the world.
I somehow think that the "actual greatness" really doesn't matter that much. It is the little baseball fields and recital halls that make humankind who it is.
I once heard about oppression coming in the form of the common man interactions and activities. What a small sad world for someone who believes that. The world is much bigger when you can be friends with the people around you rather then hoping for the friends you will never have.
I somehow think that the "actual greatness" really doesn't matter that much. It is the little baseball fields and recital halls that make humankind who it is.
I once heard about oppression coming in the form of the common man interactions and activities. What a small sad world for someone who believes that. The world is much bigger when you can be friends with the people around you rather then hoping for the friends you will never have.