Repeat.

I've been trying to do something extra-ordinary all day. I noted my down my skills and the present resources from which to improvise. I experimented and for the first time in many days, did it all to the point to of completion. I got and am still depressed over something as petty as not being able to play sports and having a frail of a physique. I attempted to make a sketch which, upon public revelation, got interpretations and identities for which I would ridicule myself and die of shame. I analyzed and envied the signature writing style of John Carlin and mocked myself for the abuse of verbosity. I concluded the happenings by labeling my life as purposeless as that of many. I decided to blog about it and now, when I'm about to put a full stop to the hunt for miraculous ramifications, I surprisingly feel that the fire hasn't subsided as yet.


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I feel like doing something extraordinary today. I WILL do something extra-ordinary today. Where to begin with?