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Jun 2019
will i ever be satisfied?
why must i yearn for something never there?
what am i looking for? land that cannot be found?
what am i running towards? a mirage of a finish line?
im lost out at sea, with nothing but my blind ambition to keep me company.
the map leading me there is only half-written with no destination.
does the mass of land even exist? will i find it?
i often feel the destination is the measure of my efforts.
without a product, i havenΚ»t done anything.
will my hard work amount to nothing all my life?
i always seem to be longing for more, yet i have no idea what i want to do with my life. its frustrating. some days i dont even know what im yearning for, i just know that i want more.
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