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i think the struggle is important. i think being at odds with contentment and glorifying the struggle is an easy groove to fall in. It makes us meander while idolizing what we don’t know; and in the end, i think there’s always an air of longing for the unknown. I’m positive that that mind state cripples us in the middle; too anxious to stand still, too nervous to wander someplace completely foreign. so we’re trapped in the middle while happiness waits at either end.