Why do we have such high aspirations, dreams and AMBITIONS. I can never be happy with what I do. Its always too little. Warning: being a self critic is one of the worst things you can ever do to yourself. I find that whatever I do, its never good enough. I always need to do more, accomplish more, get more, more more more. ARGH. I wish I knew exactly what to do in my life, so that I could once and for all satisfy myself.
But then again, I guess life would lose all meaning completely if that happened.
I guess there is no way out.
I wish The Stranger didn't influence me so much. I feel like I see everything now in either a super-competitive way, or some strange Meursault-ish way.
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