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I'm writing this because I don't feel like doing anything else, and I have to get back into the swing of writing every day, just pouring my heart out onto the page. The problem I face is that I'm too content with life; that's great for a sense of personal peace, but it lacks the drama for content. I have no itch to scratch, that or I'm not digging deep enough. There's a lot to be angry about in the world, but I'm zen as fuck; I'm not going to let a glacier collapse in Tibet ruin my day. I've done all that before, getting wound up about human greed and ineptitude.