And the world will be better for this
That one man, scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star
That one man, scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star
No matter what you do this year or in the next hundred, you will be dead forever.
— ― Gabriel García Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores
