Granted, now you want to do everything equally as much, and you overexert yourself from worrying what will happen if you abandon one work over another, making you worse off than having no motivation at all.
Granted, you have a nightmare in which you die pitifully. Now you relive the memory in real life and die twice.
Granted, but you have the same virus as me and your work was for naught.
Granted, you are so absorbed in every piece of work that nothing can disturb you until it is completed to perfection. From fire alarms, to the library closing, to walking in front of traffic to even eating and reading fiction online. Or worse, you wanted to complete a novel once but it never ends, so you hole up in your room for eternity.
Granted, you became the world's most wanted criminal.
Granted. The music is inspirational to everyone who is not a blob fish fujoshi.
Granted, but that's because you stepped in potato salad, and spilled pickle juice onto your hat
Granted. The wish-fulfiller was new at the job and misinterpreted your wish instead of interpreting it incorrectly. Though the meaning was the same the semantics were not identical. The slight dissonance in understanding caused your reality to desynchronize with the rest of this universe. When your existence fell out of phase with the universe you found yourself in the interstice between worlds unable to escape for all eternity until some other form of energy would become available to be transferred to you to change your wavefunction in state space.
Granted, it's the culinary age of darkness; now strawberry pizza is invented alongside the pineapple bagel.
Granted. You are given another copy of Metal Gear Rising. The count of subjectively good metal gear games on earth has risen by 1.
Granted, but neo-earth is empty save for you two and your descendant is horny.
Granted, but your trike was a unicycle with 2 training wheels originally.
Granted, but the stupid protagonist accidentally kills you off before you can do anything.
Granted, instead of having power, you HAD it, and you lost it.
Granted, the bottle of soy is poisoned with cyanide.
Ummm. Granted. However, the novel you sucked was given a randomized flavour with no guarantee you would enjoy it. You sucked at your own risk.
Granted, but it's written in Chinese so good luck.