It is why I continue. You don’t need to understand much more than that. There is method to this madness that has encapsulated my steps as I walk another stretch on this strange adventure. There is purpose here, and you can sit back an observe without feeling anything awful such as guilt or laziness. I can never be content with those things that make you happy. It is not that I’m better. It is that I am sure of what I want, and the path to get me there is more difficult than I can explain to any of you. But I’ll send a postcard when I arrive. |
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