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I know I'm supposed to be Choll Guy—wobbling along, not really caring, eyes going side to side like life doesn’t faze me. But what if I told you this wobble doesn’t mean I’m lost? It means I’m looking everywhere for what lights me up. You see these googly eyes? They’re not just for show. They’re for spotting the thing that makes me come alive.