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Something else

I woke at 4 a.m. and started musing on what to do next. And then this thought appeared. The thought was; I’ve always been looking for “something else.” Whatever the situation, with self or circumstance, I always looked for the next step. Something more.

It’s a simple formula for striving. It’s almost a snippet of programming language.

Start;

my car is driving me crazy, it’s in the shop again . . .
I need this, I get it. My cars fixed, I feel good about it for a millisecond, then some other item gets loaded . . .

Just think of a bunch of beings all programmed in this manner. . . They could eat up a small planet in a short time.




Loop

Where I was, who I am, was never enough. I always needed something else. And when that something else was found, it became another starting point for seeking once again. And so on. . .

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