Day in, day out. That seems to be the assumed and conventional mode of living. Somewhere along the way, the spark in an individual to grow, learn, experiment and explore has died. It's a scary thing, for me especially.
The liberties of life are afforded when we realize the temporal nature of our existence, the purpose of our external environment and the teachings of introspection. If not, we become disillusioned in our pursuit of a semblance of financial stability, as a means to happiness? I'm not sure. Our mind tunes out the sounds of our vast world and tunes to the frequencies that facilitate this pursuit.
Dreams flutter out of existence and ambitions are beaten to a pulp. Follow the way! You can't do it. It's unrealistic, you're better off doing this. How are you going to feed yourself.
And everyday, the sun rises, the wind blows and the leaves dance. The audience is missing, but the show goes on... For the few that is still awake.
