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Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Comfort

So, I've been writing my adventure story, trying to figure out what is the platform to send the protagonist out on his adventure. I wonder why we as people always need something catastrophic to actually go and experience our lives. Why do we sacrifice our happiness for comfort?
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