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This is not life as it was intended to be experienced. It is not practical, or even logical. A constant barrage of intrusions on one’s self, an attack that drives the limbs to movements against their will, forcing into existence a perpetual pain tinged with controversy. This is not life as it was intended to be experienced. And yet it is the reality. The force of the uncontrollable overrides any intentions that once were virtuous or set forth with wisdom. Everything is senseless, impulsive, emotions are stripped naked of their meaning and instead become words with simple dictionary definitions, carefully cut and pasted to each situation where appropriate, but no longer given any regard. This is not life as it was intended to be experienced. And yet it continues, incessantly, urgently, leading with a fallacious hope that never materializes.