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Nov 2011
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.
John Fiebelkorn
Written by
John Fiebelkorn
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