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Ever since we were little we’ve been taught to have it all figured out.

That this life has meaning, that someone will walk in and give us that special feeling, that some career will send us reeling down this path of fulfilling all our hopes and dreams.

But could it not be one big fabrication, lies passed down from each and every generation?

That we’re all so caught up in this world of pretend that we convince ourselves in order to contend we need rooms we enter just once a week, climb some imaginary ladder five days a week, for what, what we really need?  We work ourselves ‘til we are so tired and weak that we can’t enjoy the parts that matter because we failed to think.

So many stories about how it all started.  All this bogus around getting a life we deserve, that status is the thing that really matters, that we should go to the restaurants with the most expensive platters.  God forbid we drive a car that spits-and-spatters, because getting yourself from point-A to point-B is a pointless task unless in doing so people turn, point, and gasp in awe of your life of pomp and class.

Pick your wife and kids from a catalogue, make sure everything is nice, tidy, and clean, lines up neatly with society.  Treating everything like it’s just some means to an end on a five-acre plot with sculptures and portraits others dreamt up.

When in fact everyone is their own beautiful end.  We need to quit using people, quit abusing people, taking each and every opportunity to chew up and spit out anything that we think can help us out.

That guy on the corner, that yesterday you saw over your shoulder, go up and talk to him instead of staring in casual wonderment.  Maybe he’ll have something to say that’ll brighten your day.  Take five minutes to break from your rigorous appointment schedule and be with all these wondrous people that for some reason we take for granted as we hurry from commitment to commitment all in pursuit of some impossible dream.

Others are the real magic and the fact that at most we just ignore them is tragic.

I implore you, break from this routine before it’s too late, before it all bores you, before you’re so comfortable that nothing can force you to go out and explore.

We have but one life to live make it something you’d like to repeat.



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