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There comes a point in your life, when everything has a meaning but does not make sense to you. And in that point of your life, every breath you make seems to take the life out of you. You look around and see the sadness, the depression, the pain of living; as if all the love in the world, all the beauty in the world has been sucked down into an infinite abyss of emptiness. You step back and look at your life. And nothing makes sense. As if all the fame, the glory and the passion you had in you suddenly became empty cups of trophies where in pursuit is better than achievement. When you thought that living the dream would constantly put you i