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“Adulthood is when we discover who we are. It's when we figure out some really important stuff-like what our strengths and weaknesses are, what our unique individual gifts are. Also, what shortcomings we must mitigate. It's when go through that very important process of introspection, soul-searching, self-discovery. If we do not go though this process, we inevitably become unhappy people who wake up in the morning, empty, afraid, and unfulfilled.”

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Book:The Properties of Perpetual Light
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