Wake up call. Alarm bells. Whatever irritating device that gets you awake.
Months, just barely months left.
Realize that time, is rather short. Realize, that time passes really quickly too. Realize that, soon, we're off to our individual routes, off to our individual goals. Too fast, too furious. They say: Life is but a song, written in many ways. More of chords, melodies, symphonies pieced together. Why, are we not allowed to stop for breathers? Why, are we not allowed to slow our hasty paces? Only to work harder, only with higher expectations.
Yeah. When the going gets tough, the tough get going.
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