Sunday 2 November 2014

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I'm desperate for some good news, any good news. There, I said it. And I couldn't care less about how pathetic that makes me. Desperation has nothing to do with dignity to begin with.

Yes, I know good news will come.  Eventually. Nothing stays the same forever. The Sun will die; eventually. Timing is of essence. Everything that might happen will happen at some point so it is not a question of "what" but of "when". I bet Vincent van Goth would've wished to have had received recognition in his lifetime.

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