At my height of evolution, I praised myself for finding me a pair of decent friends, and by decent I mean the following: simple yet complex enough to understand human emotions; bookish yet not pretentious about their books binging; ironic yet not hilarious; skeptical yet not faithless (and given my eternal search for faith, you can understand how happy I am).
At my lowest, I loathed myself for being a sample size calculator, for drifting so far away from my dreams, for getting lost within society’s infinite little requirements… for failing to qualify as an exemplary citizen.
At my height of evolution I would have studied literature, poetry, philosophy, photography, or journalism.
At my lowest, I’ve lost my way somewhere between being a mathematician, a programmer, a statistician, or an epidemiologist… which I am not sure I qualify for any of them!
At my height of evolution, I decided to move along, change prospect, chase new delusions, and look for new dreams playgrounds!
At my lowest I decided to leave my friends, their simplicities, their complexities, their irony and their skepticism.
At my height of evolution I am simply not sure, if this is good enough!
some sour vibes
18 hours ago
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even though what you wrote might appear... un-intact... incoherent.. still . bifhamak
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