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I've always wondered what exactly keeps people moving forward despite their struggles and the banalities that they have to face in their existence. Suffrage is as common as the cold, and no one seems to have direction anymore. Ambition leads to dead ends and wasted time. Am I cynical? Maybe. But I've lost sight of why I wake up in the morning. Generally, I face the same dreadful people in the same dreadful environments, undergoing the same circumstances. No chemistry, no passion. Just repetition.
What keeps me going?
Curiosity. At least, that's what's kept me going for the past few years. But that curiosity has run dry.
This isn't a cry for help. Pinky swear.
What keeps me going?
Curiosity. At least, that's what's kept me going for the past few years. But that curiosity has run dry.
This isn't a cry for help. Pinky swear.