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It’s always a weird phenomena for me to look back at the person I used to be. But an even weirder thought is to realize that I am most likely still the same person. A quote I’m often using when people tell me that they’ve change is that “People never change, they just wear a different mask.”

The mask being what they portray themselves as, hiding their true identity beneath.

I’m stuck wondering if I’m wearing a mask sometimes. 

People some to be so interchangeable. One friend quickly fades while another invades the landscape. Shortly to be fade and have the same cycle repeat. What a depressing cycle. A cycle where people grow apart. People who once knew each other and found common ground in an assortment of interests. 

Looking back at my life, I always find it strange to think of all the friends I once had but whose names I struggle to remember. But as forget-able as they are to me, I’m sure that I am just as forget-able to them.

Different routes that we all endure lead us all to different places. Routes that we believe will lead us in a certain direction that we think has an overall result that will help us gain. So often these paths that we take are riddled with trials and tribulations; some good, but mostly bad. 

If a person we to look back at five significant moments in their life, I could honestly promise you that a majority of their memories would be based on negative circumstances. It is so easy to focus on the negative in life because we recognize the immediate pain that it presents. We are a society that when the things are going well, we don’t recognize the pleasure we are receiving for what it is. But when the tables have turned and all is wrong, everything bad seems to metastisize in our lives.

But it seems so hard to recognize that positive in life because we, as a society, take almost everything given to us for granted. When good things are happening, the time flies and attention to all the positive things that are happening in life are brushed to the side. The logic is;

“Hell, if it’s good now, It’ll be good for a long time.”

This logic seems to often to be flawed. Riddled with the false promise of actual fulfillment in a life that seems to have no actual purpose. At least no recognizable purpose that I can fore-see. But I wish I’m wrong. In fact, I could only hope I’m wrong. I wish that I had an assurance that there is something greater promised to us after this life. 

Knowing about the future makes dealing with the current situation more bearable. Not knowing about the future leaves a wafting mist of the unknown floating through our lives.

We Live.

We Do a Few Things.

We Do a Few Things We Regret.

Make a Little Money.

Spend a Little Money.

We Die.

The End.