the bigger picture.

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It amazes me how immensely fascinating our world is. Yet it's saddening how no one seems to be able to see it. 
Most adults lost their childish curiosity and enthusiasm towards anything. Nothing is excites them any more, we think that we've seen every color, heard enough stories, met enough people, and nothing is ever considered new.
That alone is reason enough to make most people lose motivation, and lose their passion. 
a life without passion is nothing but a boring routine. 
and no one can understand the danger of slow dull life until it's too late, when days are lost and time you can't get back has passed by along with opportunities you have missed.  
and then you'll always have this subtle kind of pain, tugging at your sleeves, constantly reminding you of your mistakes. A soft guilt, gentle, but never subsiding, reluctant to leave you alone.  

 There are so many things people can do to avoid reaching that stage, if they had the awareness and the determination to live differently, to live boldly,  not just to survive or go through their numbered days.
to revive their hunger to learn and to discover and to create. Only those who still have these things in them are capable to find happiness in small things, or at least to be content because they have the foresight to see the bigger picture.

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