This autumn-why am I growing old?bird disappearing among clouds.

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This autumn-why am I growing old?bird disappearing among clouds.
This autumn-why am I growing old?bird disappearing among clouds.
This autumn-why am I growing old?bird disappearing among clouds.
This autumn-why am I growing old?bird disappearing among clouds.
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This autumn-why am I growing old?bird disappearing among clouds. What you are feeling is the change in seasons. You are feeling the weather changing, the world around you is changing, and so are your feelings. The way you feel right now is not because you are aging but because you are experiencing life.

Age doesn't determine the amount of joy or happiness that you have to offer to other people. It's just a number that goes up or down depending on your decisions.

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