On the verge of a new era. Two weeks away from a new chapter in my memoirs. Another decision that I may or may not regret in a few years time. But then again, do I really regret any of the decisions I have ever made? Do I regret who I am right now, and where I am right now? I have never been one to follow the beaten track. I wouldn't want to live the boring lifes of those that I called my friends. But I'm reaching a point of no return. It's probably now or never. Or is that just me lying to myself?
Why is it so hard for a human being to be alone? Is it communication that made us so dependent? Is your hamster in his cage feeling miserable all the time because it is feeling lonesome? Or does that maybe not even cross it's mind?
And why do we cling to material things? Why does it become so hard to throw something away that you've had for years. Even meaningless, insignificant things. Things you haven't even looked at for the last couple of years. Things you didn't even really remember being there.
I think I could probably live for the rest of my life with just 5 things, clothes not included. Think about it... how much of what you have do you REALLY need.
Or is it just me? Do you throw things away easily?
Like pictures. From a distant past.