Most of the time, I feel as though I never really grew up, that I’m still a child, trying and wishing to be something more than what I am… not someone different, but different in understanding. An understanding signified by a manifest ability, an understanding and ability gained through experience. It’s this desire that propels a felt need to rush towards experience. It’s the idealism of wishing to be more than what I am that continually feeds the desire to grow. It’s not work ethic, it’s neurosis.
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