I am constantly on the verge of extension boredom, haunted by an incomplete feeling, that there must be more to life than this. I seek answers but I do not seem to know the right questions. Even the most random chaotic life becomes routine if done enough Times. A perpetual cycle of repetitive patterns presented as grandiose visions of goals and achievements. The desired perfection is always just outside the reach. I always find joy in little things, I must find joy in Little things, to find the joy of living.
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