What are we running away from, and what are we running towards? Why are we running so fast? Is your future my future? Is mine yours?
Where do you see yourself in five years? How about ten? Thirty? What do you mean you don't know?
What are you afraid of? What do you look for around corners, behind sheets of cardboards, in the bottom of your cereal bowl; in life?
Who deserves your hours, the sweat and blood and tears you give so effortlessly and willingly, your heart? What could possibly take every part of you and know with a smile that tomorrow you will have more to give?
I want to find that. More than anything I want to find YOU, on my own. For myself.
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