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The sheer infinate possibilities each day holds should stagger the mind. The sheer number of experiences I could have is breathtaking, uncountable and here I sit refreshing my inbox. We live trapped in loops, reliving a few days over and over while envisioning only a handful of paths laid out before us. We see the same things each day, we respond the same way, we think the same thoughts, each day a slight variation on the last, every moment smoothly flowing along the gentle curve of societies norms. We act like if we just get through today, tomorrow our dreams will come back to us.
And no I don't have all the answers. I don't know how to jolt myself into seeing what each moment could become. But I do know one thing. The solution doesn't involve watering down my every idea or impulse for the sake of someday easing my fit into a mold. It doesn't involve tempering my life to better fit someones expectations.
In other words. Fuck that shit.
-xkcd
And no I don't have all the answers. I don't know how to jolt myself into seeing what each moment could become. But I do know one thing. The solution doesn't involve watering down my every idea or impulse for the sake of someday easing my fit into a mold. It doesn't involve tempering my life to better fit someones expectations.
In other words. Fuck that shit.
-xkcd