“Man is literally split in two: he has an awareness of his own splendid uniqueness in that he sticks out of nature with a towering majesty, and yet he goes back into the ground a few feet in order blindly and dumbly to rot and disappear forever.”—Ernest Becker
I dream of big cities. Big festivities. Big buildings. Big vibes. Big lights. A sleepless jungle with endless possibilities. Maybe it’ll come true, or maybe it’ll have to wait. Maybe it’s not meant to be.
My dreams tumble, my dreams fall. My dreams shatter, and they make me cry. Sometimes dreams are meant to be broken because they’re the wrong dreams. For there is only one purpose here on this earth that is truly worth dreaming about, and thus I know I am a part of something bigger.
When happiness and joy doesn’t sync up, you have a problem. What makes you temporarily happy but doesn’t bring you eternal joy. Selfishness overcomes, and you find yourself always thinking about what you can do for yourself rather than what really matters. Such simple minded creatures are we.
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”—Mark Twain
I have been moved into my place at Brooklyn Heights since Sunday, and was expecting the rest of my roommates to move in today. Got home from work all tired and ready for bed. Tried to open the door but my card didn’t work. Knocked and a guy opened the door. Turns out Jamie, Kyle, and Darryl were put together into the room…too bad both Jamie and Kyle were girls and not boys. This would have been funny, but I was the one who had to move out and now I get that janky bed that no one wants. Sucks to suck, but right now my life is still beyond blessed right now.