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 "Is it weird, having not seen me for so long?" I asked. He said, "I... no, not really. I mean, I'm just so busy, I don't really see many people anymore." I keep waiting for someone to understand how it is. I guess that's as close as I'll get. I lead a very quiet existence. I don't really have much to complain about, I get on just fine. But there's always this moment... this moment of, I don't know, realization? A wake up call? A new perspective on things? It's as if the lives of people I know suddenly become more apparent, and I become filled with this feeling of insignificance. My little life seems so much more mundane, and I'm left sitting to ponder my life and life's questions. JSF says it best in Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close: "Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living." I wonder about everyone who is content with life. I wonder if they think there's more to it, if there's more to life than just this. I wonder if they think they're truly meant for something else, if they ever want to break free. And then I wonder, what if what they're content with is truly what they're content with? I know I shouldn't feel insignificant. Every life is worth something, little or big. Everything we do affects some kind of change. Our lives move at different paces, some much faster, some much slower. In the end, I just try to do the right thing. |
Follow your own pace, everybody's dance of life is different :)