Have you ever watched a leaf float down a moving river so quickly you have to chase it. It glides on the surface showing exactly how fast and strong the flow is. Sometimes getting caught up on a rock or missing a channel, sticking to the bed on the edge. Sometimes it will get freed up and carry on with its journey and others it remains trapped, doomed to rot away with no one to see it anymore; no one to chase the dream alongside. Instead, they give up and move on without it. Leaving behind what was once something that seemed so alive and so fun. There is a strange meaninglessness to it.
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