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“Whatever happened to our dreams? The infinite possibilities each day holds should stagger the mind. The sheer number of experiences I could have is uncountable, breathtaking, and I'm sitting here refreshing my inbox. We live trapped in loops, reliving a few days over and over, and we envision only a handful of paths laid out ahead of us. We see the same things each day, we respond the same way, we think the same thoughts, each day a slight variation on the last, every moment smoothly following the gentle curves of societal norms. We act like if we just get through today, tomorrow our dreams will come back to us. And no, I don't have all the answers. I don't know how to jolt myself into seeing what each moment could become. But I do know one thing: the solution doesn't involve watering down my every little idea and creative impulse for the sake of someday easing my fit into a mold. It doesn't involve tempering my life to better fit someone's expectations. It doesn't involve constantly holding back for fear of shaking things up. This is very important, so I want to say it as clearly as I can: FUCK. THAT. SHIT.”

Quote by Randall Munroe

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Randall Munroe
Randall Munroe

Randall Munroe (born October 17, 1984) is an American author, cartoonist, and former NASA roboticist, best known for creating the webcomic xkcd and his popular science books "What If?" and "Thing Explainer." He worked at NASA before becoming a full-time writer, using simple illustrations and explanations to make complex scientific concepts accessible to the public. more

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