have a rather love-hate relationship with goals, specifically the ones I blurt out. The science does back that you are much more likely to achieve a long-term goal if you just keep it to yourself, so all you fuckers who tweeted a crypto Lambo guess what?

Obviously, we all have our goals for the day, mine usually involve coffee and a need to get through the day no matter whether it is good or bad. Rinse and repeat tomorrow. This has a certain effect on how I handle even small tasks not to mention more longterm projects. I postpone, who knows maybe tomorrow something happens and I do not need to accomplish the task, ever hopeful.

As much as I screw things up by having no real future goals I screw things up by seemingly never finishing any short-term goals, allowing them to fester and become zombie goals constantly gnawing away at my time, and the effort I put into not doing what I ought to be doing could just as well be spent cutting off some heads and taking a dump down their throats as I get shit done.

I am aware that I might be mixing a to-do list with what most consider goals in life or something, it is the same damn thing, if you can buy an item on your shopping list you can stop drinking soda they are both goals just the one requires you to change a habit which is fucking hard, ok.

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Poetry time... _{Let me see.}

Pennies had a goal, once upon a time.
Value returned after purchasing with a dime.


            This was in the olden days you see.
            When you could buy food with a dime,
            and still change you would receive.


Pennies still have a goal,
just none you will immediately find.
            Creative people will re-use them ,
and add value back in threes.
Even more grand than this,
            pennies hint at an abyss.


Pennies remind us of value deminished,
coins on cards the illusion of costs increased.
            Hinting at the abysmal state of reality,
the comical ways that people go about being.
Each in their own way seemingly achieving,
                        goals set arbitrarily,
            believed in whole heartedly.


                        Few of my goals I achieve.
                        Only one I work at constantly,
                        sharing my loathing for this...
                                    Abysmal state of reality.

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ost goals are backed by more goals adding value to achieving the first goal. Just like in games you need to level up, the game will tell you if your dumbass can't pick a specific lock because it is above your level.

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ack never thought that he would be caught in such a predicament, but saw the opportunity to be a hero. The girl in the corner had one of those metal hairpins in so he formulated a plan. "Throw me your hairpin, I will crawl to the door and open it, they are all down the hall so we can sneak out the back."

Moving to the door the intruders surprisingly relaxed about securing hostages, he tries to pick the lock which he heard locking as they left the room. The handle turns and Jack never saw anything again after that same locking sound now much more recognizable as the cocking of a gun. _{^{112 Words}}

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ike how I snuck that one in there? It just came to me, I am sure many a man can agree when it comes it comes sometimes you just can't be bothered.

I always said I don't really have any goals but that is bullshit to an extent at least, I realise that I don't have any longterm goals that I can be bothered with, they are more it would be nice to achieve but let me not kid myself.

They just aren't set in stone, those goals are closer to wishes or even dreams with each short-term goal you achieve making it enter your reality but still painfully slowly until one day then it all goes Boo! look here I am you get 1 million points goal achieved a sudden sadness washes over you as now it feels so simple was it ever a dream?

Maybe I am missing the deadline part?

f anything I feel the deadline part is aptly named, since something always dies inside of me when someone says I missed it, I don't care now get the fuck out and take your deadline with you it killed my goddamn cat, do you even have a license for open carrying like that?

A lot of people will go places and that makes them customers and all is fair and square since that is how the world works, they give you a job and a deadline or they ask you for the deadline then you agree and a goal has been set.

What happens when they accept your deadline but push for sooner, you happen to be behind but panties are already wet and who wants to deal with that shit when the end result will still be delivered and the time really does not matter if you think about it?

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True Story.

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oals are good just don't let them ruin you if anything you should be able to take a break from achieving them, do it in a more structured way than I do and you might be a prick with a Lambo.

Tying back in with my goal of pointing out the bad in the world, it is really not all that bad. The more I am able to see how bad things are the more I am able to appreciate pretty fluffy bloody clouds, noticed purple plant growing between bricks laid on what could have been beautiful lawn for people to relax on while they wait for a taxi to pay hefty fees just to get home every day.

This world is more twisted than a kindergarten glory hole but if we try to set a goal for ourselves to acknowledge what is bad, would it not serve as a caution to not become that which we loathe?

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