CaseyCase

The infinite possibilities each day holds should stagger the mind. The sheer number of experiences I could have is uncountable, breaktaking, and I’m sitting here refreshing my Inbox. We live trapped in loops. Reliving a few days over and over, and we envision only a handful of paths laid out ahead of us. We see the same things each day, we respond the same way, we think the same thoughts, each day a slight variation on the last, every moment smoothly following the gentle curves of societal norms. We act like if we just get through today, tomorrow our dreams will come back to us.

And no, I don’t have all the answers. I don’t know how to jolt myself into seeing what each moment could become. But I do know one thing: The solution doesn’t involve watering down my every little idea and creative impulse for the sake of someday easing my fit into a mold. It doesn’t involve tempering my life to better fit someone’s expectations. it doesn’t involve constantly holding back for fear of shaking things up.

This is very important, so I want to say it as clearly as I can:

FUCK. THAT. SHIT.

Wonderfully relaxed and civilized antedote to Sydney, also you can visit the Neighbours street (Pinoak Court) by taking one of the trams and then getting off a the end and keeping walking for a while. You’ll pass several people walking back on the way, and several people walking there on the way back, which is kinda funky. Weird deja vu that I’ve written this before.

with a mortgage. does that count?