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Ive heard many times that life is a series of lessons.

You make mistakes, deal with the consequences (or avoid them), excel at something (or not, if you suck at life), reap the rewards, and spend you lifetime in a constant flux of learning one thing or another.

Be it how to be in a relationship, how to be alone, how to take care of the child you had at 14 while trying to be a child yourself, how to talk in front of a crowd without barfing, how to watch a person you love die slowly and accept the fact that you can do nothing, or how to deal with the aftermath of all of the above when they blow up in your face.

Sometimes I think maybe Life itself is a lesson. Maybe its just one long mistake you have to make on your way to learning something bigger. Maybe dying is just the consequence of the time that you had, and you just move on to another lesson, another life... or not.

Maybe the picture really isn't that big at all.

Or maybe im just high.