which beginning is better?
I felt nothing, It was as though I lay mid-air in non existent winds through the most dead of nights, where it was so quiet, so gentle, so dark, that my senses had no use. It was so peaceful, and I was struck by wonder and concern, though I felt somewhat at comfort and ease. I didn?t feel any desire to think, or investigate my situation, for I was overwhelmed with relaxed and careless emotions. This was my reward for all those long nights of studies that piled on top of my everyday chores. Such things replayed in my mind, disturbing the peace that I was thanking God for. I was in my house, clean and innocent, but small and rented. I hadn?t enough money to keep it, but I had never liked the property anyway, I lived there only for it was my standard. The memories made me want to slip back into that dead night, where darkness surrounded, and sounds were no reality. I was sick of fighting the problem called life, which I faced every day. I had wanted to make a difference, in my own life and in the name of history and science. I attempted to push out the thoughts of that faded red carpet that matched perfectly with the rest of the furnished home. If it was enough to be labelled a home.
I felt nothing, It was as though I lay mid-air in still winds through the most dead of nights; where it was so quiet, so gentle, so dark, that my senses had no use. The peace was a powerful existence, and the experience struck me with conflicting wonder and worry; yet, an unseasonable comfort crept quietly into my consciousness. I didn?t feel any desire to think, or investigate my situation as I drifted aimless through this unexplainable paradox . This was my reward for all those long nights of studies that piled on top of my everyday chores. Such memories flooded into my mind, disturbing the peace with their overwhelming vividness. I was in my house, clean and innocent, but small and rented. I hadn?t enough money to keep it, but I had never liked the property anyway, I lived there only for it was my standard. The recollections made me want to slip back into that dead night, where darkness surrounded, and sounds were no reality. I was sick of fighting the problem called life, which I faced every day. I had wanted to make a difference, in my own life and in the name of history and science. I attempted to push out the thoughts of that faded red carpet that matched perfectly with the rest of the furnished home. If it was enough to be labelled a home.
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