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New Directions

I been fortunate to have been in some awe-inspiring company lately.
More than just inspired it has forced me to think about my choices and my future.

When I asked one guy, why we feel pressure from our peers to conform or have a certain life,
he said "Change your peers" that simple.

Winds of change are sweeping once again and hopefully I make better choices this time around.

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