Plot

Life is beautiful. In a world of sunsets and back roads and skyscrapers and movies and fireflies, how can anyone have time to be bored? We forget, and we live as if an 8 to 5 cubicle existence is all we can ask for. Too many of us are weary and disillusioned, when all around us the most shocking and wonderful things happen. Why is this? How can so many, even the young, feel that life is simply something to be endured? What’s gone wrong with our souls?

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