How come when every of the greatest wishes come true instead of joy you feel disappoint? …a bitter taste like when a good movie ends? Is it the struggle more interesting, worthier than the goal? Why every obstacle you overcome, every small battle you win in that war is more tasteful than reaching the goal itself? And if so, this means that you only want to prove yourself that you can achieve it? Why this constant need to prove something, anything?
Or is it about learning? Learning about you, about your relationship with the world?
Or is just the way of proving yourself that you are still alive?
16th of December, 1993
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