It occured to me today, that life as we know it is merely a mixture of people's different perceptions of the world and how we critique these or agree with them.
Your eyes capture thousands of photographs a day, each one with a different outlook on life, and each one noticing things you didn't see before.
What one person thinks of you, maybe different to another, and to yourself.
I am not what I thought I was, these ideas about me have been generated by the machine which is my brain that logs other people's opinions.
My thoughts change every second, and I find myself falling deeper and deeper into them, I forget I'm on Earth for a while. On a blank canvas, my thoughts flourish with colour, vivid dreams, yet a darker shadow, which holds the logic.
I am torn between right and left, right and wrong maybe.
What one road takes me down, leads to another, but are these roads positive.
So far, many of them haven't been.
A man, whom serves no relation to me now, once told me 'Life is a game, and you need to play it before it plays you'. This man spoke no sense to me all the time I was there, but this was the last thing he said to me, and it actually makes sense.
You need to grab every opportunity sent your way, whether it be right or wrong, good or bad, I'm so close, but I'm too afraid.
This makes sense to me, does it to you?
I won't ever know, I don't have your brain or your being, this may never be read.
Experiences change you as a person, bring different emotions and feelings you may never have thought you'd see.
My brain has ticked constantly ever since I was able to think, it never shuts of, even whilst I sleep.
