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how do you reach the end of your life

with no regret?

i was told once it would be impossible,

that all lives decay into might-have-beens.

but here i swear,

i swear to god, i swear to my fellow man,

i will be infinite.

i will be relentless.

i will reach the end of my life,

spent with years of serving my brothers and sisters.

i will not settle.

i will not cease in my pursuit.

i will not run from the cost of pouring out my life.

i will teach-- teach others to tell their stories.

because words are limitless,

and as long as their stories live on, so will i.

and here, as i see the upturned faces of children

waiting to learn,

to read, to write, to tell their stories to the world,

i look into their eyes, full of wonder, full of hope,

full of stories waiting to be written,

i know i am seeing my own infinity.

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