This may sound a bit morbid to some but the question came to me and I wanted to pose it to an educated audience. Let me preface it by stating that I know we are all going to die, and I also believe that from birth we all have a passion. Do you think that when you die doing what you love or what you have a passion for, that their is a certain poetry or meaning for the one who dies? Don’t forget to like and comment have a fantastic day.
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