Snippet of Scrutiny ~ Good vs. Bad

We often expect good things to be never ending, eternal, perfectly suspended and stretched into a circular span of joy. In reality, nothing is eternal.

Nothing is obscurely never ending.

Everything good has an end.

But that doesn't necessarily mean that it will be replaced by something bad.

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