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and then, that’s it. by the end of the run, not everything you suffered from and gone through would matter at all. when everything is finally settling down in your world, when you are finally seeing the end of the path you have been trying to reach, you may just find yourself defining happiness as... not having to set the alarm for the next day. and you would be content of it.

no more seeking in the depth of metaphorical pandemonium, no more foolish chasing in the abyss of human traps. in the end, it would just be peace and serenity inside of you—well, with all your stuffs scattered around.