Where The Buffalo Roam

[horsemo]

Who are we to judge? How will we know what makes us happy tomorrow, much less years from now? We plan for the future and try to secure a life that we can feel comfortable in farther along life's journey, but are we really presumptuous enough to think we'll *know* what we want in 5, 10, or 20 ellipticals around the sun? Why do we even try? If our futures are as nebulous and inconstant as we so often decree, what arrogance must we summon to ask someone else...

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