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Big Little Lies

My main concern right now is figuring out who is viewing my profile in private mode.
Just kidding.
I'm currently wondering whether or not, in the process of trying to close the gap between who we are and who we want to be, we are actually abandoning and rejecting our true selves. Why don't we choose lives that help us thrive instead of struggling to survive outside of our element? Humans are weird.
The idea that we can make anything work for us as long as we want it enough is so flawed. Certain things are meant for you, and you'll recognize them by how easily they flow. Others will be crosses to bear until the bitter end. Sticking it out searching for that light at the end of the tunnel is probably the most absurd notion of any being who knows it has a finite amount of time to pursue life, love and happiness.
You thought it would be a light one because it's a long weekend, didn't you? Philosophy minor and rebel millennial - can't social media properly.

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