Sometimes I feel like the direction of my life is hanging in the air like a moth, and I'm trying my hawk-darn best to focus on which way it twists and snap it up.
Are we really supposed to know the direction of our life? If you focus too hard, there's no room for spontaneity. Like for instance, if you plan out tomorrow, you have no time to go back to Cananda and GET MY MOOSE
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