The Statue Of Perfection-Personal Narrative

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Before I decided to travel to Budapest, my dream city, I was frankly scared. I was scared I will be viewed even more strangely, now that I was in a foreign country, I was scared that I might get involved in an accident because people wouldn’t notice me, I was scared that I will be lost in the middle of the city because of my excellent Hungarian, and so on. So I used to compromise with myself that it is perhaps my destiny to never go to Budapest. Perhaps if I go there, I would die there or something. But now that I am travelling I realize that destiny is delusional. Destiny becomes a great excuse for what people decide not to do with their lives because they are too scared. The thing is that it doesn’t exist. My limitations are not decided by

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