Just when I start painting a pretty picture in my head about how lovely the future would look, everything gets lost in translation when I make an attempt to articulate it with words.
On the rare occasions the words do come out, I get all psyched believing that's the first step and again somewhere between the written word and the action failure seeps in.
The world spoiled me for the last 22 years and now, it's about done giving me perks. Oh well.
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