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a transition, at best, from progressing in one direction towards some goal, and before you have decided on the next step. I hate to bitch, but as time goes on I feel the empty, hollow space inside growing. It's as if I never really had dreams, and when I did, it was foolish. Fear is at the heart of it, I suppose, but I fear change as much as I fear being stuck. I fear the liberty as much as I fear the restraints. I don't dare move on for fear of looking back and thinking, I could have stayed in that safe haven of mediocre satisfaction. But what am I doing to myself by staying? It's not worth the discussion, in the end, since I plan no changes. That's why I don't talk about it, I only let you read about it.
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