Unremarkable

In reality, too many people are simply a disappointment. 

They live without passion. 
Waking up each day solely to fulfill the mindless routines and mundane expectations that society prompts them to accomplish. 

They simply exist to exist as they strive to subsist and survive. 
Appeasing a world built purely around predictability, profit, and political propaganda. 

How can people be at peace with knowing that their life will end as unremarkably as the day  they were born? 

Perhaps because mediocrity offers comfort. 

Perhaps for many it is easier to die unremarkably than to risk the consequences of ever truly living.
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  2. “predictability, profit, and political propaganda“β€”perspicuously perspicacious

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