If one more person asks me what I "want" to do when I get out of school, I am going to scream. Since when does what I "want" inform any of my options? I don't even bother with what I might "want" for lunch anymore. The things I might conceivably "want" are so far away from the list of viable options it's not even funny.
No more wanting. There are things that might be nice, but none of it gets to rise to level of actually "wanting" something. Wanting leads to nothing but disappointment, and lord knows I've had enough of that to last several lifetimes. Can't take any more.
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