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Pick your feet up it's time to get moving. Time to stop feeling so depressed. I'm sick and tired of all the mundanalities, all those little annoying things that make up my life. I want to get away. To learn a million things each day. I want to be somewhere new every morning. I just don't want to be stuck here any more. There are far off places I've never seen. There are a billion faces I've yet to meet. There are religions to discover and food to taste and sites to see, languages to speak...Why can't I be out there, out in that great big beautiful world, I don't want to be American, to live in this fat lazy society where life moves so slowly even when we run around like ants working every hour and every day just to stay in this insane race. How do the stars look in Antarctica? How far do the children of Somalia have to walk to get water? What does a tea-leaf farmer in China eat? How many languages can I learn to speak? I'll never know as long as I remain here.