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Any Idea

the first 28 years of my life

were spent

trying to figure out

what life was all about,

and I spent every moment I could

trying to do so,

only to realize

I have no idea what I'm doing

 

Some of that time, however,

was spent observing others.

Some of which are my elders,

some of them professionals,

most my age or younger.

And I came to the

realization that,

most of them, if not all

don't have any idea what they are doing

either.

 

Then I began to wonder

(and still do to this day)

if anyone,

anywhere,

has any idea what they are doing.

And I realize

that the answer

is

no.

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john-fiebelkorn
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Published
Nov 5, 2011
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