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How I stopped worrying and learned to love myself

Tonight I was given my instructions. I have my marching orders and I intend to follow them -- as soon as I figure out what they mean. I was told, by my good friend Superman, what I was to do. Are you ready for this? I am to obey the following command: "You must win a victory for humanity".

Wow, that's a tall order... or a short order -- I don't know. I'm still trying to find out what it means. I asked for examples but was given none. I tried to ask questions but there were just no answers to be had. It's one of those "Art of War" statements, right? The master speaks and then I have to figure out what the hell he means?

I did a quick bit of research just now on the phrase (as quoted by Horace Mann). Seems to me it's about making the right choices for the right reasons. There are also larger questions that are tackled, mostly having to do with curing cancer or overcoming such overwhelming odds for which I'm not equipped.

If I apply this larger-than-life theory to my own little corner of the world, then I believe it to mean "cut the crap and enjoy your life". There was a rather lengthy conversation I had with Superman but the gist of it was "don't worry so much about finding a woman. Make yourself happy and that will bring success and confidence. Once you have achieved those building blocks then people of the feminine persuasion will arrive".

"When the student is ready, the teacher will appear". It's like in that movie "City Slickers" when Curly tells Mitch that the answer to life is "One Thing". What is that 'one thing'? You have to figure it out on your own because it's different for each of us. So, I supposed I need to find a higher purpose in my existence. I need to win one for humanity.

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