I'm not going to lie. I don't like this time of year. My biggest issue in life is the end. Once you've reached it, I feel so unsatisfied. I know I am not the only one on this issue, but it just sucks. Example: one of my favorite past-times (which I haven't done in a long time) is watch a trilogy, saga, or legacy (if that is what you call the next set after a saga) in a day if possible. The only problem is I feel upset when it's over, because I must go back to reality.
Do I really belong here? In this form of being? I don't necessarily believe in past lives, but more of an understanding of a drive to be apart of another time or dream. Heck even another form of reality. The closest parallel dimension is only a, in theory, millimeter away from your exact location right now. What exists on that other side? I do hope to find out one day. Back to my bashing of this time of year. The general public tend to get way too stressed for a holiday meant to be about loving one another. People should slow down and breath again. It's our journey that makes life worth living.
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