Just one of those days, when you look at people on the train or in the elevator and you wonder -
How do they find the motivation to keep on living? They're not pretty, they aren't smart, they haven't got much money, no aesthetics in the immediate surroundings, crappy weather, a country that is going down the drain - yet still they get up every single morning, some smile, others cuss, but they keep on living...with no apparent purpose or reason.

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tobiš viņi tā pat sevi novērtē par skaistiem un gudriem, un motivē sevi idzīvot tikai citādākā skalā? ar zemākām robežām?

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