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...this moment is no different than any other moment. This stagnant place that I'm in is not caused by fate or some greater cosmic destiny. There is a liar inside of me that tells me daily that I'm am a product of circumstance and someday things will get better. Someday. Some-day. One day. Eventually. Why do I want myself to wait? Do I think that fate will simply swoop in and clean up this mess; that suddenly my classwork will do itself, the boxes will pack themselves, that I will wake up and have the courage to obtain what I want out of life? I've waited my whole life to grow out of this awkward "phase"- for things to seem normal. Oh how naive my patient self has been. Life is not based on fairness, destiny, or fate. The cosmos surely have no moral conscience nor can they right any perceived injustice. So there you go folks. The secret of life is nothing. Life is only life. Your active participation is optional, though highly recommended.