Cosmetic problems, that’s what I have all the time. For me its always peripheral image that counts a lot and that has been my undoing. Taking a walk here in the evenings along the coast with cold wind on your face and nothing but an mp3 player for company you think all these idiotic perceptions is all but screwed up thinking.
Your ways of life at all cross-roads is just false. You are just there, you really haven’t gone anywhere, it’s just that the perceptions of a cumulated time make the atmosphere either all gloomy or all rosy. For me, it’s gloomy all the time.
Maturity is not all about experience or being infinitely intelligent or knowledgeable. I believe it’s the ability to be discerning about the choices that are before you. And always there are multiple choices. I love to speak back, do the foolish and be a loner. Some play safe and get everything they want but both are right ain’t we.
I justify a lot, a friend told me several times. I justify for the world but I am sure that I doing the wrong and insane but I still do it.
I have made a zillion mistakes, bluffed all the time and cheated all the time but is it all ok when you look at the big picture that I have still retained my sanity.
The people I grew up are all very successful now, now a days they speak a language that I don’t understand and I know I am not a part of the common strand of understanding that is present among all of them. So do I still love the way I am alive…