The drive. The drive. The drive is hardest to survive. We commute across landscapes to find meaning for people to give us odd jobs and random tasks. We thrive on this ability to move on. Kill the radio. Let the scenery unwind. Let the maps erase themselves for shame. If we didn't have the drive we would be lost entirely. I hate it though. There are rules to follow. "Outside your comfort zone is the best place to find yourself." Push your boundaries. There is no other life here but this one. It is now or never. Experience the world as it passively allows you to. Mother nature does not judge.
a miniature ship inside a bottle. someone delicately opened up the sail and glued the parts together. there is liquid in the bottle. xxx. alcohol probably. the bottle is broken and the ship is surfing the liquid.
Save face. look to yourself. find meaning. search through the meaningless trivia to pick out moments worth repeating. or die searching. feeling stupid forever.
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