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I feel that there’s nothing I can’t do. I can go walking outside; I can listen to music on my mp3 player while lying down on my small bed in the corner of my room (I pushed it there so that I can be in the corner, at the intersection of the two walls); I can cook rice pudding on the stovetop; I can write an essay collection about all the experiences I’ve had in life so far; I can take a shower and live by the belief that cleanliness is next to godliness; I can tutor elementary schoolers in math and reading; I can shelve books and help out around a library. So, I honestly feel that there’s nothing I can’t do; everything that I want to do, that I’m deeply attracted to, I can do. In fact, I’ve done them all before, and I feel I’m decent at them. And so there’s nothing to be sad about, in my specific case. This is in regards to both life, and my day-to-day living of it. I have nothing to be upset about, nothing. “I sing because I’m happy—I sing because I’m free.”*

*from His Eye Is On The Sparrow