Sometimes I experience a deep, sudden, terribly urgent and almost panicky desire to be an astronaut. I feel like if I don't walk on another planet before I die, my life might be wasted. On all kinds of other levels, I know that my life won't actually be wasted if I never do this, but it still makes me feel anxious sometimes. Looking at this picture induces that panic. I blame science fiction.
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oddly, I actually relate to this but I never explicitly realized it. I think I've found near satisfaction for this desire a few times in my life--one of which was when my sister and I climbed to the top of a snow covered volcano in Chili. that may have been the most difficult thing I've ever done...that and giving birth ;)
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