When I look back at the pictures that I have taken over the course of last couple days, I realize that I was quite busy.
Somehow, I don't feel like it, though.
It's one thing to go to a barbecue festival and see some really nice cars there, but what does that give you, really?
It's a different kind of memories that stay with you. It's usually those that leave a scar on your soul. The "He-nearly-cut-my-hand-off-but-thanks-to-my-fast-reflexes-he-just-gave-me-this-scar" kind of scar. The one you're proud of having, because it somehow defines you. Marks your progress in finding yourself even.
On a similar note:
There's two kinds of atheism.
The "I don't need a god because I think that I am better than you"
and the "I don't need a god because I think the world around me is better than you think it is".
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