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| − | <font size="5" face="Monotype Corsiva">cogito, ergo sum</font>
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| − | <span style="font-size: 18pt; text-transform: capitalize; float: left; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif">I</span>’ll be damned. This is the one and only autobiography I will take the liberty to write. To come to an introduction, my name is Nicholas Burrus and I am an eighteen year old male living in California, the United States. This will not be your average autobiography. Heh, what is an average autobiography anyway? We’re all human and unique in our own ways. This autobiography will be more to the point and should stray but yet suit your interest without the duress. It's not much, but it will do.
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| − | Pain. Not emotional. Physical pain. Pain is what I feel nearly every waking moment. I was born with a condition of unknown origin and nothing could’ve been done about it. I was born with Congenital Heart Failure. Strokes, heart attacks, surgeries, I had ‘em all. Open heart surgery is the most painful surgery known to mankind even through painkillers. The pain is more then one can bear. Soon, I await, for the next venture of surgery for my heart to be reconstructed. I await the day the doctors come to a final decision.
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| − | <font size="5" face="Monotype Corsiva">ubi bene, ibi patria</font>
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| − | <span style="font-size: 18pt; text-transform: capitalize; float: left; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif">W</span>here one is well off, there is his home. I am happy. I have hopes and dreams like every other human being out there. I’m a dreamer. I am proud I am a dreamer. I am proud and I am here. I support, love and share knowledge. I’m addicted to learning the simplest of things to wondering what out there exists. I wonder how we were able to, as a race; get to this understanding of technology, the world, of medical science and so much more. I know one thing. That is I know nothing. There is a vast world of knowledge out there; I don’t even know a percentage of it.
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| − | Pride. To stride with a lion only to be overtaken by a tiger chasing a buffalo a thousand suns away. Yes, it made sense. To you? Perhaps not. To me? Yes. Philosophy is an understanding of the world that I happen to fallen in love with at a younger age. Me and logic? Not the best of friends. Me and reason? Soul mates. I recall a fond memory with my stepfather. It is quoted below.
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| − | :'' “Nick, why do you like this philosophy crap so much? All you do is utter useless things.” ''
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| − | :'' “Because, I can say something completely stupid and somebody will think it’s brilliant.” ''
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| − | Yes, it was a lie, but it is the best way I Can explain philosophy. The event between me and my stepfather did happen. But philosophy? It can mean anything you want it to mean. Enlightment is unity with the world and your surroundings in my humble opinion. The vast knowledge of this world is nothing compared to side-by-side to philosophy or the understanding of philosophy. I dream of helping some people fall in love with my passion. Philosophy is my hopes and dreams. Shattered once, but they’ll prevail.
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| − | <font size="5" face="Monotype Corsiva">rigor mortis</font>
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| − | <span style="font-size: 18pt; text-transform: capitalize; float: left; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif">I</span> do not fear death. I await it happily. I welcome death. When it comes around it comes around. I will not stand at my door and try and lure the Grim Reaper to the annoying little girl down the street...even if she existed. It is a part of our world as we know it, and we have to respect it. I came to terms with my fear of death long ago. Live life, be happy. Death exists. It hurts not only one, but a community. Do what you can. Be a proud addition in this world, leave a mark of greatness for the better good.
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| − | I know this is a controversial topic of which I have touched. This is my way of wording it. Don't view it as I am suicidal or anything, I am not. I just will accept death when it happens to me. I have seen death. I have watched best friends sit on their deathbeds. I do not intend to let it keep putting me down. I know I'll fight it regardless and collapse at the random thought. But death is a hard thing to accept. I am trying my best, and I believe I finally came to a term with it.
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| − | <font size="5" face="Monotype Corsiva">rosa rubicundior, lilio candidior, omnibus formosior, semper in te glorio</font>
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