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The summer of consistent, never fail rainy days. The possibilities that your twenties hold (the possibilities of the rest of your life, for that matter) descend in a glistening roar of thousands upon thousands of cries of "This is your path!," "This is your direction!," "This is your best option, can't you see?" Maddened you wish for the opportunity to have participated in the very first ticks of time - to have been able to have seized the second hand and wrenched it off the clock raging "No! You silly and stupid system! Who's idea was this!?, to create a world in which every living organism is given just one chance to make it, with no repeats and no going back to an earlier point to correct any mistakes or travel a more preferred path?" We are in a world where urgency and desperation are the keys of progress. With each passing moment another few thousand raindrops plummet to the ground, and another few thousand possibilities are absorbed into the Earth.