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Note to Self


You can't keep putting it off! Decide your fate already. It has to happen. You can't keep lying to yourself believing "I can do anything but nothing ever sings to me". That a cowards lie. And you're definitely a coward, aren't you? Somehow you've made yourself quite ok with that fact. But now its getting increasingly difficult to keep living this way. You're on the wrong side of 30. The hair is all but gone. Those wrinkles around your eyes came out of nowhere . And the celebrities that you oh so admire are old enough to call you mister. But you just love your lie. That "as long as I choose no path, every path is open to me" lie that keeps you stuck. It's warm. It feels safe. It's easier than learning from failure. It can and will most likely go on for the rest of your life. And that should terrify you!!! Tick tock pal...
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