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The Thoughts Aren't Mine
Monday, October 26, 2009/ 9:12 PM
Where is the line drawn when one can safely say he knows? The human mind is as complex as it gets, the capriciousness of the human emotion notwithstanding. No amount of reasoning will change that - I believe - the essence of each person's individuality is choke-filled with experiences and the history that can never be retold with the same authenticity even should it be drawn out. It stresses me to think that the only consolation I have in perpetuating myself in this closed system is the safety web of supposedly limitless options (ergo sustainable income in the future with a standard degree) when my head gets clearer and I wonder why I'm wasting years of my life doing things I barely enjoy, let alone truly appreciate. Somehow after fuzzing about in my head there always seems to be just one conclusion: 1 more year to go, and forcefully marching on till the end so hopefully I don't live to regret by choosing convention.
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