One hundred years

Tick tock goes the clock. A minute passes. A day goes by. Then a week. Then a month. Then a year.

Time starts slowly with a life ahead of us. Then we grow, experience, dream. We crawl. We walk. We run.

We evolve.

And as we do, the traces of our years lay upon us. For some, life rests lightly upon their shoulders. For others, it bends their backs into a curve.

The Universe goes on its way. We can choose to listen or ignore its call. But its plan unfurls with or without our agreement.

If you had one hundred years to live, what would you do with it?

May you savor the moment, my friends. And don’t forget to dance!

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