When You Don't Know What You Want (You End Up With Alot of What You Don't...)

I blindly followed the laws of society as they were dictated to me-- albeit unaware I was walking down the path that would ultimately lead to my demise.

I worked really hard and made a lot of money. I got married. I played golf on weekends and I went to bed early during the week.

I could not tell you why I did any of the above except I thought that is what one is "supposed to do." I was consumed with high end catalogs-- buying shaving brushes with a faux tortoise shell handle and a juicer. Why?

I don't know.

I am in touch with humanity at present, simply because I acknowledged what was wrong with my life and consciously rejecting it.

Of course I still have a job-- but it no longer defines me. I am not defined by anything I do any more, I am simply myself.