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Only time

Going round and round in endless circles. No end, no conclusion. Just constant eccentricity. 

I have thought about full stops, but those are just too risky. So instead, I leave one more comma, one more trace of my stupidity and hope that you haven't judged me for it.

Sometimes I feel like I don't even know what I really want. I get to a dead end and don't see why I walked all the way in the first place. Perhaps it is just momentum that takes me from one level to another. Perhaps it is as always about the chase. Perhaps I really do want this to work out. Perhaps this time too my paranoia will get the best of me. 

Reminds me of one of my favorite songs.....

Who can say where the road goes.......only time!

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  1. Impressive. A thinkers definition.

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  2. stop running.

    The circles will fade away slowly ;)

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  3. Life is a strange teacher. It gives you the test before it gives you the lesson. There are no mistakes in life - unless they are repeated. There are no experiences either - unless they are used... to avoid mistakes. The point is to live... and not have a "near-life" experience. ASnonymous (the original AS... not the imposter ;-)

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  4. Original AS, that's true. The point is to take chances and live life to the fullest. And yes, nothing is a mistake because even when you fall real hard, you get up stronger. Like you said in another post, only hope is to not become cynical and bitter in the process...

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