Life is like homemade bread. It isn't meant to be nibbled at or preserved for the future in a glass case, or it becomes moldy and unusable. It's meant to be gobbled up in its entirety every day with gusto. And it's okay, because every new day there's more.
And if one day it runs out, that's okay too, because we won't be around to worry about it.
Then again, man cannot live by bread alone. There has to be pear butter too!
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