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What is the best thing that we can ever expect out of life?

For me maybe it is getting a direction towards which you can constantly work and think. Identifying a definite goal towards which you can actually put all your energy and power! And it’s really worth it if at all you are successful in identifying your mission. I just realized the reason behind me becoming a recluse,,, probably because it is high time that I was astray and didn’t really think towards the very intriguing thought; my mission on this very planet! OMG what have I been doing with soo much talent and potential, right now: wasting it with utter satisfaction!


I am suddenly driven towards working a lot, learning things I never thought I would even bother to pay attention to. I feel the drive in me to explore and explore more. I don’t know from where and how but I am right now just thinking about: how I can grow?? Grow in every aspect of life. I feel like learning everything and anything!!! Be a spell bee champion, an awesome doodler, a great painter, best poet ever, creative like never before, a quizzer, an avid reader, a novelist maybe! By now you must be very much aware how much driven I am feeling right now. The present feeling is way beyond explanation. It feels as if I am running short of time. I don’t have a speck of a second to waste on anything that is not worth it. I want to be superfast and do everything in a split of a second, also be a very fast learner. I am feeling the way I have never felt before. Fingers crossed, I don’t want this fire, this burning desire to blow off in any way. I want to be the way I have never been before. I want to be the best of me! THE BEST VERSION OF ME(an upgraded one)!!!

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