I honestly can’t recall when I last felt I had a grasp on life. I’ve never known that compass in my soul; the one that everyone else seems to be born with. An instinctual clarity, ever pointing people in the proper direction of their purpose, success, and dreams. The enigmatic waves of my erratic inner guidance have time after time dragged me atop their bubbly crests, blindly scrambling closer to endless shores of empty promises. Where grand destinations of happiness and meaning were explicitly advertised in both my heart and anticipation, only signs reading, “Wrong Way” stood tall.
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