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The smell of warm and humid winds flowing from a window makes me think of a hot summer and reminds me of the summer stuffed full of fond memories.

My future seemed to be brimming with hope, and I used to think I can do whatever I want in the future.

The life is shorter, the world is smaller, the way of my life is less intriguing, and I have less potential for the future than I expected. For me, those are never-changeing facts that I have realized.