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Isn't life itself an alloted amount of time to achieve your goals?
I mean, racking up years isn't like collecting bags of money, there's no point in hoarding time if you've lived a full life, right?
18 months, and I achieve all my goals? No matter how lofty my goals are?
I'll take it.
I see the 50 years as an extended limbo, a purgatory in which you can never diverge from the middle of the road.
Give me 18 months and the assurance that my goals to make the world and those around me infinitely better, and I'll die satisfied and comfortably.
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