"What if, by some miracle, this present turned out to be a dream, a hideous nightmare, and we were to awake renewed and cleansed, strong, upright and proud?
Why do we never try to stand again when once we've fallen? When we lose one thing why don't we search for another?
I want our lives to be holy, sublime and solemn as the vault of heaven.
Let us live!
The thief on the cross had hope even though he had less than an hour left to him, and the sun only rises once a day, so take hold of what's left of your life and save it."
—Anton Pavlovich Chekhov. By way of Whiskey River.
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