Life is a racetrack, an infinite circle where cars never stop until they can no longer cross the finish line. No matter how bright and shiny the car in the next lane appears, we have no idea how damaged the interior may be. But we want to be in the driver seat, nonetheless, even though we're all just trying to finish our race without crashing and burning. We speed by countless cars that lay in piles of rubble, morphing into ashes, while others are stuck at their pit stops, waiting for their crew to repair the wreckage. The spectators look on, cheering loudly, as we accelerate to a new lap— waiting to congratulate or sneer at the victor. We pass each other by, as we get closer to our destinations, each cramped into our own little worlds. We all await the finish line, not knowing if it will make our dreams come...

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