Most of us can't help but live as though we've got two lives to live, one is the mockup, the other the finished version, and then there are all those versions in between. But there's only one, and before you know it, your heart is worn out, and, as for your body, there comes a point when no one looks at it, much less wants to come near it. And as much as we'd like to believe that we are unique, and our stories unparalleled; in truth, everyone goes through a period of enlightenment - when we take, say, a different turn in life, the other via. Some recover, some pretend to recover, some never come back, some chicken out before even starting, and some, for fear of taking any turns, find themselves leading the wrong life all life long.
Thursday, December 14, 2017
Gone with the fallen leaves...
Most of us can't help but live as though we've got two lives to live, one is the mockup, the other the finished version, and then there are all those versions in between. But there's only one, and before you know it, your heart is worn out, and, as for your body, there comes a point when no one looks at it, much less wants to come near it. And as much as we'd like to believe that we are unique, and our stories unparalleled; in truth, everyone goes through a period of enlightenment - when we take, say, a different turn in life, the other via. Some recover, some pretend to recover, some never come back, some chicken out before even starting, and some, for fear of taking any turns, find themselves leading the wrong life all life long.