Take a bus. Do not think you are going nowhere. You are going somewhere.
Somewhere you do not yet know, but it is not foreign because no place is
foreign. It does not matter what you do or do not understand. The best things
happen when you do not understand: you love, you dream. Everything is new and
strange. It was the same way at birth, when you cried because you did not want
to stay. You must forget the objectives. Success is a weird sort of
measurement. Can you tell me what this means? Do you even know? We must all forget the ending in order to
figure out a new meaning, but it is nearly impossible. It would require for us
to stop being humans. You need me to take your hand and walk with you, but that
seems sentimental, childish, too much work for you, for me.
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