There comes a moment in life, when everything is supposed to
make sense, but nothing fits. That is the moment when you realize you may have
reached your ceiling, overextended yourself, or better yet, you done fucked up
big time. This is that moment.
“Marred is
my sight beyond the hour ahead, my future knows me not, nor I my future.
We are
not acquainted with the joys and the sadness we each possess.
I only know my
present, intimately, and this present holds me hostage”
-Shaun Usher
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