Life, Dreams, and the Purfuit of Happineff
11 November, 2009
The endless expanse of options gives me the musical-sounding, yet infuriating phrase we so affectionately call "analysis paralysis." Everything is so BIG. There's an entire world out there, and the word "world" can't even attempt to encompass the sheer magnitude of the vast, thought-provoking, cosmopolitan, incredible, fantastic universe we live in. Where do I even begin?
"The art of conversation is, like, kinda dead and stuff." If nothing else, I want to be able to communicate effectively.