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Uncertainty

It is the process by which we live one that takes many names: the daily grind the paper chase; but what is it all for? The endless cycle of waking up only to be letdown by obligations tied to quantity not quality. Temporary sacrifices become permanent compromises until one day we wake up and ask ourselves "What the hell am I doing with my life?"
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zr-simon
34 / M / American
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Oct 15, 2014
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