His feet ache. They are heavy, weary from inaction. His mind tires, reeling from the stimulation that comes from prospects, and possibilities. His feet itch to tire of walking, his mind yearns for the energy of reality. He reaches out, for he knows not how possible these endless possibilities are. He slumps in the chair, tired from the dreams and questions and unknown paths.
Yet, he is wistful and happy.

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