What poses us to do the things that we do.
Motivation, desire, want, need.
Sometimes none of these come into play.
Have you ever sat in the rain, felt every drop consume you, what would drive us to do such things?
Sometimes want, desire, motivation, need, doesn't come into play. Sometimes it just compels you without reason, and the search for such reason is elusive.
Sometimes it seems like something bigger is driving this machine, your machine, and no matter what you do it continues. Try to stop it, but it shall never leave you.
What am I doing?
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