This was the original camper philosophy I scripted.
I hate being what you think I am. I am shy. Stop gesticulating at me. I don't pander to your whims. You know, if I have to care about something, it will be about escaping. Like actually doing stuff that will get be caught. Enjoy the moment? You really think so? I mean, if the sky is the limit, I can just go on forever. I have seen countless sunrises and in the end, nightfall still comes. Do you think I enjoy inclement weather? Hell yes! I dream of the future, of clouds, of rainbows, of optimism. I am whole again. Before all these happen, please cut me loose. Yank off the chain. And then, catch me if you can.
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