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Its a 50-50-25 shot we got there.

but personally i think what got me is that, people die so often, these people make their living off of grave stones and your memorial is mass produced. tombstones seem so personal and meaningful, it what differentiates you from every other skeleton 6 feet under, but its made practically identical to dosens of others.

Because it's more cost effective. But so what? We're all pretty much all identical too. Same skins, same bloods, same bones, it's a nice coincidence tombstones reflect that.

In addition to that, it used to be that only the rich would get semi-permanent stones, the poor only got wooden crosses that perished in a year or too. This was since it was commonly thought that only the highly valued people need to be remembered. There is a certain logic there, I suppose.

My family is right, I can't sustain my life with only an artistic vocation (Such as photography) since it really depends whatever I have success or not.

I must confess that my liking for science was pretty much general and that in fact, I always feared to specialize, which I think is one of the things that teared appart my expectations at the beginning of the year. Reading all these science and nature books was something I enjoyed doing, but it was just my life hobbie. The fact is that I never got to much in to them actualy, never had a good chance to use my microscope, nor my telescope, never made an experiment or something that had to be practically done. I decepted myself on that.

As I said, I'm a person really low in life experiences, and I still consider myself a kid, but I'm no longer a kid, because I'm 18.

But is that really supposed to be a bad thing? Is posible to see the bright side of it. There's always a bright side, because as more I think of it, I see that's a sign that I have to dedícate my life to children. So thats why I'm posting this here.

The line between the own individuality and a lack of insight blurs for a lot of people. And then, they wonder why the frameworks of society seem to work against them.

My Mind in constant momentum with schism forever fought.
My Left hemisphere shouts' "We Exists! I Exists!".\
Meeting with an even equal or so more shouts' from my Right Hemisphere "We don't Exists! You, he, she we all do not Exists!"

The only way to call a temporary truces is a move from the Movie Fight Club.
The Truth, always just beyond my peripheral vision. The Truth, that can tell me if I am real or not.

There are only two forms in which Perfection Exist in this world.

The Number 0, and a 3 dimensional circle.

Perfection is subjective.

Perfection is individual for each person.