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Thursday, March 04, 2010


I'm afraid that if I were to force myself to do tedious work, I'd eventually get used to it. And that is just about the scariest thing I can imagine, because then I wouldn't stop doing tedious work. My entire life would become a tragedy, with only hints of the tremendous potential it once had, but none of it fulfilled. When I look at most adults, I see the most boring creatures- creatures who once could have been humans, but have allowed society to make them into machines. I don't want that to happen to me. If I begin to devote my life to a system and not to myself, I will never see beauty.

Without really meaning to, I've been working on the structure necessary to push my life in a new direction. "But where is this structure?", you ask. What can I possibly craft to force myself to start moving? And where could I have put it, without my lazier side jeopardizing its results? My dear imaginary friend, you've just read it.