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  • Didn’t you used to be Jon?

    I look into the mirror and wonder what ever happened to that guy I was going to be?
    I never wanted to be a doctor or lawyer or Indian chief, but I must have had some dream. Has life beaten me down so much that I don’t even remember it? Or have I just changed course so many times that the destination got lost?

    I seem to live my life speaking in clichés and doing what other people expect. Do I hate it? No, it’s more like a play that I’ve already mastered the lines to. It’s safe, but unsatisfying. There’s no thrill when I make my entrance anymore and all the lines seem flat. I need to find my course. If ever I had one.

    Just thinking out loud....
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