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They tell us that to be truly happy, one must follow their dreams. But what if we have too many dreams? How can you pick just one? What if we don't know what our dreams are until it's too late? Are we then just destined to lead our lives in a state of satisfaction, never being able to reach true hapiness

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[onyourcrossword]

"But studying art would be entirely meaningless," is maybe the meanest thing I've ever said to a friend of mine who's very interested in going to OCAD and becoming a painter. But only because I don't want to believe that either. I wanted to be an artist when I was younger and now, a writer; but I don't see where studying either would get me in the long run. And I don't know what sort of conventional, 'acceptable' career path I'll choose, but I wish I didn't have to. vbkhbkmcxvvbznxbcbndnmccx I should have stayed in Maths.

[emily_says_this]

It's never too late