I see this world as a gigantic machine that keeps whirring, ticking and buzzing all day and all night. And we, people, and other living things (even those aliens who may have settled in some remote facilities in the secret area by the mountain, hey, who knows?) are parts of this big machine.
Some of the parts are bigger than the other. Some of the parts are smaller. Some spinning faster. Some ticking quieter. Some takes time to run. Some are polished, some are rusty. But they are just as important.
And here I am, another tiny little part of this massive machine, ticking. I may not run as fast or as smooth as the other, but hey, I'm still standing here, overcoming the dust and rust that try to slow me down.
As much as I want to stop whirring, I know this machine can't work properly if one part is dysfunctioning now can it? What I do may not be making such a big impact, but at least it keeps the machine on spinning.
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