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We live between significance and insignificance. We live between being significant and insignificant. While there are some people who are very significant to you and you suddenly realise how small a part of their universe you are, you also feel happy with the passerby who behaved very sweetly with you, with the classmate of yours who was very kind to you,  with the kitten in the street who walked with you till the roads diverged.
The sadness is as much as the happiness. The being empty is as much as being full.
You confuse, you comprehend, you embrace and you grow. 

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