Focus - The text "Focus" I say to myself. "You must focus on this. This is important. Don't let anything distract you" I say, and yet I cannot comply with that. These distractions keep coming at me like bullets fired against an enemy. They pull me over here and over there, anywhere other than where I want to go. I cannot think straight. Even when important subjects are at hand. The fate of people is at stake, the wrong moves can result in death, life, happiness, sadness, horrors or wonders. And yet, even now, as I write this, I cannot think straight. Something else pops up every time, dragging me down to oblivion of uncertainty. I cannot focus. When I close
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