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If practice makes perfect, than why shall we never be perfectionists at life? Know all there is to know. Why am I here? Did I fail the first time? It’s nice to believe that I was given a second chance at this game. Each time, you become a little smarter, a little wiser, never perfect, but that’s alright, we’re only here to practice, right? To work out our flaws before we ascend into forever? Or are we already in forever? As we close our eyes to sleep for the last time, do we are quickly awakened by another opportunity. We know no words, know no terrible thoughts. We’re innocent, a clean slate. We’re all pawns in a game of chess, working our way to the end of the checkerboard for a second chance, a chance to become better, more powerful. Another chance to make things right, maybe we can win this time. But do our boards ever end? Is there a finish line? Or are we all running in circles? Will we ever find our way? Ever find exactly where we need to be? And who’s to say there’s not another race after this? Too many people prepare for that next race after the marathon we struggle to complete. What a disappointment it would be to find out that once you cross that finish line, it’s over, no more crowds of people waiting to get in line for the next big race. That’s why I compete the whole way, never slowing down to save my breaths. Finish knowing you couldn’t have done it any better. But then again, what good is winning if you’re stripped of the medal? The truth is, you’ll never know what’s coming next. Maybe there is a heaven where we all become perfect souls and live happily ever after, it sure sounds nice, or maybe, maybe we just, know we did our jobs. Lying in bed for the last time, looking back, knowing you made someone happy. What a feeling it must be. I think I’d rather be exile when my time is over, besides, heavens probably to crowded anyways. But if I am wrong, I hope God will find it in his heart to forgive me.