




Ever get the heart racing, adrenaline pumping, fever inducing feeling after going to a museum or seeing a show? It's witnessing greatness that makes me feel this super motivating force that tells me I'm not really not doing anything with my life. Take a peak into the lives of the real masters and you'll know what I mean. After five days of vacation, I'd say it's about fucking time I felt motivated.
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