There are two dwarfs. They love each other. There is only one problem: this dwarf doesn't want to make a bed. They are in the house, and there are hearts on the wall. It's still night: there is a moon, and a comet, so they can make a wish. Here is written: Piko didn't make his bed. The dwarf is Piko, and her name is Sela.
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One thing I learned over the last couple of years is that stuff doesn’t matter. Clinging to material possessions gives you only a burden. That doesn’t mean I don’t like to have nice stuff around me. It means I learned how to enjoy them while I have them, and being able to let them go when it’s time to do so.
Everybody has a past, even a baby who was just born has it — it’s short, but it’s there. And the thing with us and the past is that we like to use it for defining who we are. Even I wrote an article a few days ago with a purpose to declare why I can write the things I am going to write in the future. But why do we need history?