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I tell you. Stupidity. If you can't reach your dreams, you're an idiot. Don't worry, calm down... I'm an idiot as well.
Here I am. Posting on the interwebs, as if I've got nothing better to do. Clam down there! At least I like you people. SO it's not that bad.
However. Since when is LIFE about goign to work in the morning, busy as always, getting back tired, watching some TV, perhaps cooking a dinner, getting jiggy with it with the better half and post few posts here, go to sleep, and then repeat until death. Is that life? I mean really. We all just sort of get comfortable with the idea that we never reach those true goals. Or maybe we do go after them, go hard, in never-ending pursuit of a dream, a pipe dream.
What's the hurry? I figure the slower I take it, the longer I live. Sounds like a good deal to me. I have to figure this lifestyle thing out though, because I'm always thinking "I'd rather be..." somewhere else, doing something else... so why am I not somewhere else or doing that something that I'd rather be doing? Why not?
I say the gap between dream and reality is basically just conformism to society and norms. It's being a big wuss. I'd rather die happy than unhappy. So life is a gift, I can do what ever I want with it. So why am I taking this route of conformism, this route of "this is what everyone else does as well".
I don't know about you suckers, but I'm about to go to bed and dream some more, work on that never-finish-these-goals thingies, and wake up a little bit too late and a little bit too tired to do work that pays way too little and takes a bit too long to come home to do absolutely nothing constructive, thinking about the things I could be doign but somehow I'm not.
Here I am. Posting on the interwebs, as if I've got nothing better to do. Clam down there! At least I like you people. SO it's not that bad.
However. Since when is LIFE about goign to work in the morning, busy as always, getting back tired, watching some TV, perhaps cooking a dinner, getting jiggy with it with the better half and post few posts here, go to sleep, and then repeat until death. Is that life? I mean really. We all just sort of get comfortable with the idea that we never reach those true goals. Or maybe we do go after them, go hard, in never-ending pursuit of a dream, a pipe dream.
What's the hurry? I figure the slower I take it, the longer I live. Sounds like a good deal to me. I have to figure this lifestyle thing out though, because I'm always thinking "I'd rather be..." somewhere else, doing something else... so why am I not somewhere else or doing that something that I'd rather be doing? Why not?
I say the gap between dream and reality is basically just conformism to society and norms. It's being a big wuss. I'd rather die happy than unhappy. So life is a gift, I can do what ever I want with it. So why am I taking this route of conformism, this route of "this is what everyone else does as well".
I don't know about you suckers, but I'm about to go to bed and dream some more, work on that never-finish-these-goals thingies, and wake up a little bit too late and a little bit too tired to do work that pays way too little and takes a bit too long to come home to do absolutely nothing constructive, thinking about the things I could be doign but somehow I'm not.
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