Note

Parts of this blog have been fictionalized. 9. As it was created through the halls of the mind in the grasp of psychosis.

Monday, August 29, 2011

We put limits on ourselves, every day, and then we hold ourselves down until one day we die, and we don't know when that day comes. No one gives us notice. No one knocks on our doors. No one tells us ahead of time. Few of us meet death with brag, "I did this and this, and I am satisfied."

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