January 31st, 2007

Will I live to see my perfect morning? Will I see my dreams of future come true? The riches, recognition, power and completely impolite satisfaction with life? I hope so. But as Architect once said: "Hope is the quintessential part of human being - simultaneously the source of his greatest strength and greatest weakness."
Maybe I will end my so far quite promising life in a few minutes by being hit by some truck. And in a few days you will hear somebody in my funereal say: "Such a shame, so great potential is wasted in a way like this." Arrogance, of course.

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