This is it. This is all you're every going to get. This character. This name. This place. This house and these clothes. This life composed of the people you call friends and the education you keep in your mind, the moments that pass by as alternating weekdays and weekends, and all the actions and ambitions you've made, or have always wanted to do or have never done. The present is happening now, and whatever goals you've kept in your heart, this is the present on which to spend them. You'll never get to be a 16 year old pop star anymore, or a 40 year old archaeologist unless you seize that day, now. There isn't a parallel time frame for all the 'one days', 'maybes', 'perhaps', or 'I wish' that you could've done, nor is there a a magic wand that could whip things to statu perfecto. But the miracle does exist in your fingertips, at your command, under your will. If one day you ever decide to open your eyes and carpe diem, you'll realise that they have been waiting for you all along.
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