life in reality

I've said this before: everyone wants someone to love them. An animal's love is not enough. A friend's love is not enough. For sure, a stranger's love is never enough. The most astonishing and undeniable truth remains that people rarely love anyone else more than themselves. Sometimes, people really are out for themselves and life is not, for them, la vie en rose. It is a hopeless battle for breath. Pressure constantly wraps their nerves in knots that even the most brilliant of massage therapists couldn't undo. Whether they know it or not, they are suffocating the people around them as they choke on stolen air. In such cases, one can only bid au revoir to the one they could become as they wrestle against the one they choose to be. Can you imagine what the world would be if people really did live as the hands and feet of other people?

Remember the saying, "You are the common denominator in all of your problems." I am sure that I am only repeating the clever words of a mastermind in history, but remember this one too: "There is no enemy greater than yourself."

I wonder often about the extremes to which people volunteer their own desires. I can't imagine an incomplete life (You know what I am referring to). I can't imagine a life where I am autonomous and fail to regard consequence when making a decision. And, I can't imagine that constant feeling of emptiness that haunts too many people. But, the unfortunate side effect of selfishness is debauchery which sends emotions flailing into the abyss of depression.

Forgive me for the gravity of thought, but I carry a heavy load today, as I made the acquaintance of yet another unhappy traveler. I have met so many who are traveling to escape, not to live an adventure. I can't imagine having to travel as a means of survival. I can only be a light in darkness. Thankfully, that's all I want to be.