Everybody searches for something. Something that makes life worth living, so you can worship it. Is working something that makes us believe we are worth something, is the daily housework something that fulfills our minds, so we can breath and feel actually the air?
The only thing I know is.. that there is a lack of excitement in the daily life. My heart doesn´t pound as if it would burst, when I go down the street to my university. Most time I think about what fool I have been, not recharging my IPod. There is no excitement in drinking or partying. It is nice, indeed. I enjoy it, indeed. But where are the days someone picked you up/ tackeled you into a pile of crunchy leaves ? The last time I felt something similar was when I learnd diving a backflip. What to do next? Somersault I guess.
I know it is an advertisment, skip it, get deaf for some minutes, mute it. But I really enjoyed him talking about limits.
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I know what you mean.
ReplyDeleteLife seems meaningless sometimes. You work to live and live to work und even your social life is not able to cheer you up.
Such moments are often a calling for a vacation, a little trip, an adventure. Take the bus, the train, or even the plane (if you can afford it) and go somewhere noone knows you. Enlarge your horizon.
Little Girl.