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I guess, you dream of things that don’t really make sense to anyone else. And that’s fine. It’s just a little bit… I dunno, could you call it lonesome. Lonely? Naaah! How could it be. The scribbles, I mean. But, the main dream above ALL else, of course, is to handle my OCD to an extremely manageable extent. That’s a job in and of itself. Hell, yes it is!! But I’m okay. I mean… it’s not easy, and may never be as straight-cut as it really should be. Should have been. But it’s okay. I’ve come waaaay too far to ever find myself slipping. I am proud and I am courageous and I am definitely aware as to what I have. All in all, all is good. Better than good. But neither am I chasing anything. That’s not me. My energy needs to be preserved, if you’ll excuse the highly pompous word. I mean, I need to feel mentally safe in myself. That’s it, really. I know that. 😊 This was never any sort of a race for me. But if monetary success, which appears to be what many measure the idea of success by, is measured in terms of mental strength and resilience? Well, then… place right now a billion Euros in my bank account, please.