This is it. The day we were born began our final countdown.
“On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.” – Fight Club
Happy Hunting
We discovered that we’re not alone. Many of the people we surround ourselves with are ostensibly happy yet still have a void. They all have a space that should be filled with unbridled joy, but simply isn’t.
Join the hunt to discover what it takes to be truly happy. This is Happy Hunting.
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I’m 6’4″, can’t touch my toes, and am somewhat claustrophobic.
Despite that, I spend a lot of time in boxes. Kinda like cats. But, you know… not.
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In seventh grade I tried to fit in by joining both the basketball and football teams, the latter of which I quit almost immediately. Couldn’t, for the life of me, figure out where to put all those goddamn pads and I finally drew the line at that cup thing.
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Today I broke my streak. And I had a good one going. We’re not talking hours or days here, but weeks. Pretty epic really, maybe even a personal best but I’ll need to confirm that. What is this impressive streak, you ask? Weeks and weeks of groggy early morning anxiety and mental fatigue.
Why have I been feeling like ass in the morning?