"Our lives... are but a little while, so let them run as sweetly as you can, and give no thought to grief from day to day. For time is not concerned to keep our hopes, but hurries on its business, and is gone." - Euripides
Years ago the high school planted a tree in Dad's honor on the football field. With the dissolution of the school, what will become of the tree? The same as all things, eventually - it will pass on. Precious time could be spent trying to "save" the tree, to rail against things that are destined, or to enjoy the nobility of it all irrespective of the outcome.
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