it doesn't matter whether you become rich
Or end up in the street
It doesn't matter whether people remain aloof in your presence
or search for you in your absence
It doesn't matter you spend every night at home
Or out having fun
what matters is at the point of death whether you are desireless or full of regret
for at that moment you will long for the things you are doing right now
the sound of rain the tender touch of white snow
so let the reins of your life go
let it run free
it will work out someday somehow
not now but someday you will know.
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