This post was anomalously gotten lost in a March of diminishing hope, and did not at first survive an April revival.
What's the point of aceing your English essays in school and tuition classes, when the rest of your working lives you will forget all the outdated templates that you would not be using, for formal communications that go through the komotions of your jobs, but not really ever touch your souls and expand your minds?
What's the point of your sweating for concert tickets, your bleeding their captive high prices, and your tears at being scammed and short-changed, when by the next decade your idolatry is obsolete, those heart-throbs you were hysterically having a crush with, forgotten impossibly quickly in the not forevers of fashions, trends, and entertainments?
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