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The path leads to nowhere. We all end up in our graves. The emptiness in the road that is hackneyed and faded into the darkness. There is no fork; there is only the road not traveled. Who dares to wander that path? Everyone. And that becomes the road that is traveled. Be brave, but not too brave. Be consistent, but surprising. Be surprisingly consistent. Travel somewhere and nowhere simultaneously. Parallel those who are idoled and those who are condemned. Be great, but not too great. Dare to be bold, but people will chew up the bits and pieces missed and left behind. Everyone sees something that others don't, but that is only what is seen in themselves. And who the fuck cares? In the end, the only people who care are the ones who share the same trait, the same fate. Very confident means proud; very shy means agoraphobic. There is no medium, but everyone is mediocre. Stand out and be punished. Fade away and be punished. Wish for more. Watch life go by as extremes continually fight and strive for dominance. So much potential is wasted, yet not enough is exerted. Miss one and life washes itself away, even if the lesson is learned. The tide brings in a new day, but a day that has been reused by countless others. Pick and choose, yet the outcome never wavers. The waves bring in opportunities that have been passed on by someone else. Be reused. Be taken advantage of. Be the victim. But no one is ever a victim. No one wants burden. No one wants to be a statistic. But one is a tragedy; one million is a statistic. Who will be that one? We all vie for that position, but the one who gets it suddenly gets turned off. Fuck it. Live and let live. Tomorrow is another day.