Our life is a blank page we do not know what is going to happen from one day to the next,
if we did we would or would not get out of bed in the morning.
Blanks make us uncomfortable.They leave us hanging, and try as we might to be cool with the unknown,
most of us struggle with these blanks…so we attempt to fill them in.
How we decide to fill in the blanks is our choice, but no matter how we choose to fill in the blanks with our imagined stories,
the story of what's really going on will ever elude us.
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