All I really want

With graduation looming on the horizon, I’ve been having a lot of mini-existential crises lately about what I think I want from life and what I actually want. How to come to terms with accepting myself and bettering myself. How to know when to relax and when to keep moving. Maybe, when it comes down to it, all I really want is a job where I can play with baby hippos.



They are essentially rubber puppies after all. And who wouldn’t want to play with slippery puppies all day long?

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