I don’t know, what am I looking for?
What is anyone looking for?
I think most of my time is spent trying to thwart whatever bad decisions comes to my head.
Don’t get drunk.
Don’t take a flight to some strange destination without telling anyone my whereabouts.
Don’t get into a fist fight with some guy I’ve only met a minute ago.
I’m doing a somewhat good job. The only substance I plan to imbibe in is water. I’m at home. When I feel aggression, I do push-ups.
I have plans. Big plans. I hope God isn’t laughing at my plans. Because those plans, they can mean nothing—things can change on a dime.
What am I even looking for?
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