What is the world to me? I guess it depends on the day. Sometimes I wake up, and the world is an empty chalk board (or I guess it would be a dry erase board these days) just begging me to draw my world how I want it. Then there are those days I force myself out of bed (be it home, hotel, or futon) feeling like I woke up in the depths of G-d's sewer.
I consider myself a walking contradiction, and because of that my world consists of internal battles. There are days when I think I should be able to say whatever the hell I want, and people should just deal with it... and those are the days when my inner voice (or voices depending on language, time zone, location, and how many drinks I have consumed) tell me that I need to take other people's feelings into consideration. Then I have the opposite, where I am so worried about people's feeling on the outside, that my inner voice(s) are cussing in every language I know telling me that I'm too nice,.... ok so I'm a crack monkey! But that's my world.
I travel the world as a living, as well as for fun and figured, what the hell, might as well put some of my life experience to paper, who knows, I might look back and find that my world is actually quite interesting someday.
I do feel that everyday no matter how good or $h*tty the world may seem, that I need to immerse myself into it... it is after all... MY world, so I should be the one to decide if its a $h*tty day, or a good one!
I'll end today with a cliche saying I have always loved, and try to live by it "Every man dies... but not every man TRULY lives".
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