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My sleep pattern is all out of sorts again ( I went to bed today at 9am and got up sometime late afternoon ) and already I can feel myself drifting ... at least I've started sleeping in my actual bed again rather than on my office sofa. Mind you I had to remove the sofa and shove it in my attic to make that happen, but hey, at least I accomplished 'that' much.
I've been finding myself thinking a lot about where my life was the last time I lived here, how 10 years ago so many things seemed so monumental yet looking back my life was so simple, so easy. Since then I've been and done so many things, and when I look at my closest friend's lives I've already experienced 10 lifetimes by comparison though when I lose that perspective it still feels like I haven't really done anything. Then again it's a challenge in itself to feel that sense of accomplishment when everyone you care about considers 'success' to be something you gague by physical representations. To them success is having a house, a $300 car payment, the latest cell phone that doubles as a washer/dryer combo with an optional ice-maker attatchment. The only road to success is to mind-numbingly work at a job that is the same thing day after day, bring home a paycheck that's only the smallest of fractions of the mass profits your efforts are providing someone else. Though they don't consider me a 'failure' by any means, they also don't understand why I choose 'not' to constantly show my paintings or what have you. I guess I'm still too much of the mindset that there's already a million amazing ideas that have piss-poor execution being shown to the world, that I'd rather show the world something special, something 'worth' the seconds of their lives on it.
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I've been finding myself thinking a lot about where my life was the last time I lived here, how 10 years ago so many things seemed so monumental yet looking back my life was so simple, so easy. Since then I've been and done so many things, and when I look at my closest friend's lives I've already experienced 10 lifetimes by comparison though when I lose that perspective it still feels like I haven't really done anything. Then again it's a challenge in itself to feel that sense of accomplishment when everyone you care about considers 'success' to be something you gague by physical representations. To them success is having a house, a $300 car payment, the latest cell phone that doubles as a washer/dryer combo with an optional ice-maker attatchment. The only road to success is to mind-numbingly work at a job that is the same thing day after day, bring home a paycheck that's only the smallest of fractions of the mass profits your efforts are providing someone else. Though they don't consider me a 'failure' by any means, they also don't understand why I choose 'not' to constantly show my paintings or what have you. I guess I'm still too much of the mindset that there's already a million amazing ideas that have piss-poor execution being shown to the world, that I'd rather show the world something special, something 'worth' the seconds of their lives on it.
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