I complain too much and talk too much and get far too little done.
I become entwined with needless emotion and entertain trivial anger far too often.
Rereading any of the posts I make makes me realise how juvenile I was mere days, hours, seconds ago. There is progress, but I want to stuff socks into the mouth of my former self and choke her to death.
I am constantly progressing, editing and culling myself and my thoughts with every second. For the better. For the better. For the better.
From birth to death and the tombstone, what is a more worthier task than to strive for self-improvement and achievement? What is a more worthier task than to seek to learn and discover as much as possible about the universe?
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