I think somewhere inside we all want to believe there’s something different

We can’t believe that the best part of our lives have already started, much less ended

That no matter how good it is or was, that there has to be something even better and there has to be a way to attain it

Maybe that’s why a new year is rarely met with protest.  We assume it comes bearing gifts

“I have another chance to experience the better part of what I’ve been missing”

Is that why there’s such a fascination with fame, travel, media, fiction?

If we ever oppose this drive, we essentially power down whether it be by completely shutting the power off or merely going on cruise control until fate reaches us

Thought-provoking really. How much of our fear and motivation is based on the unknown

Really, the prospect is the same. It’s only us who see the monster or the ally

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