edit, tried to answer it a few times, but the quote in my signature answers it very nicely.
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Nothing is real except the present, and already I feel the weight of centuries smothering me. Some girl a hundred years ago once lived as I do. And she is dead. I am the present, but I know I too will pass. The high moment, the burning flash, come and gone, continuous quicksand. And I don't want to die.
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-s. plath
Q: How are you, today?