We build up worlds, or lives, up around us, but what happens when they fall apart? I’ve noticed this recently as my routine and my livelihood are constantly changing and it’s hard to know what my reality is. It’s a very strange feeling. But are our realities supposed to be constant, or is it only natural that they are always changing as we ourselves are constantly evolving? I guess only time and further experiences and changes will tell…
Monthly Archives: June 2013
If my life was a movie, it would only be two hours long.
If my life was a movie, I wouldn’t have to do any real work. It would just appear as if I was doing work…my workday would be 1 minute long.
If my life was a movie, my relationships wouldn’t be real; they would just seem effortless and perfect.
If my life was a movie, there would be music playing in the background during happy and sad moments.
If my life was a movie, I would look perfect all of the time.
If my life was a movie, I would be somewhere else in the world besides Indiana.
If my life was a movie, I would have a fantastic wardrobe.
If my life was a movie, money would be no object.
One has to be selfish and self-absorbed to a certain extent in order to live in peace and remain sane enough to keep going in life. Otherwise we get so caught up with the inevitable sad things in the world and we fail to live our lives independently of those things, as we must since those sad things cannot really be helped, not solely by us anyway, and not completely.