It occurs to me that being an adult is even more constraining than being a child. The concept of freedom only exists when you don't know the boundaries. Once the boundaries are mapped, the endless frontier becomes quite finite. And once you've opened your eyes to the bigger world, you can't go back.
Sometimes I hate being a prophet. I need to trust my instincts more. When I parked for lunch today, I had this feeling that I should take a different spot, but I shook it off. When I came back, I had a $20 ticket for parking. If I have premonitions of the future, why don't I change it? Once the avalanche has started, it is too late for the pebbles to vote.
I transferred my data from old laptop to a fresh harddrive. Now to burn it onto CD...
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