Fernando PessoaAh, it's my longing for whom I might have been that distracts and torments me!
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I am often plagued by thoughts of what my life would have been like if I were born in another part of the world. If I had been born in another country, I would probably be speaking another language instead of English. I might be living in a different city or even another country altogether. It's these thoughts that make me feel like I'm not living up to my full potential.
Source: The Book Of Disquiet
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