DISAPPOINTMAN: Journey of Self-Doubt
When I try to be productive and make the most of the day, it often feels like I’m driving around in a papier-mache car, torpid and encumbered. At first the vehicle gives off the impression that it can get me to my chosen destination quickly, but this is not the case. It keeps stopping and starting for various reasons until I lose patience and put on my unflattering running shorts and just run. I don’t know where I’m going, but at least I’m getting endorphines on the way.
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