We are but DUST

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If I free myself from the illusion of legacy.
And realise the truth. That everything I achieve, that I create, will one day, ultimately, be dust.
Then I am able to play openly and wholeheartedly in the sands of creativity.
Knowing the tides of time will clear my mistakes as well as my victories. Leaving behind only the faintest trace of my existence.
In that knowledge I am unafraid, emboldened. To take leaps of faith and action far greater than the self-conscious longings for immortality can ever truly realise.

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