When I talk to people, I speak to them as if I'm talking to myself. As if I'm incessantly thinking to myself out loud. Maybe I wonder too much. There are just so many questions I have that have seemingly infinite answers. If only there was one course of action. With so many possible roads to take one can only hope to brace themselves for perpetual, inevitable failure. Still knowing of the existence of failure, I move on. See, waiting for some definite path to make itself clear will get me nowhere. I've got to just choose a path and run until I reach its end and hope that along the way I stumble upon some fabulous mess of an answer that makes no logical sense but can still be understood for what it is; a moment in time that presented a chance at some sort of success.
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