Sometimes I think my life is a bizarre reality show that is broadcast daily on some planet in the early evening. The fact that we are people just here for an alien race strange aliens somewhere out there to maintain excellent. That we are nothing more than small great heroes who try every day to make this day the most beautiful of our lives. And just for some reflection there to show out what we are all capable. Perhaps a very creative person has just mentioned on planets even all simply just made up and we are his screenplay. Actually a comforting thought - if everything is predetermined, can also go really nothing wrong.
It's even been scientifically proven (at least I think something like this to have read) that our split-second decisions even before they shoot into our consciousness, to be made. Free will is the mind that is probably not so much influence, how could you practice love. So I think McDonald's only because better as Burger King, because it is meant for me somewhere? I know perhaps it is all Britney-Spears songs by heart, because you ever wanted anyone like this?
Who brings but for us it anew every day to leave the warmth of our bed to us again and again to plunge into the daily madness full of puddles, bricks and anthill to us steal from choleric boss of mouth or by a red light life time ? leave Always with an undefined goal. Why do we try every day to make just the most beautiful day of our lives, and hope every night before going to sleep that morning, perhaps even a bit better?
How is it that we are all looking, but do not really know so exactly what? We always strive for the better job, after the next deal, after the house after the holidays, for the sweet ass over there - and do not really know exactly why. Because then everything just goes on, leans forward, increases, or simply disappear. And in the end we are back where it all started. Are still ourselves, have changed, have grown, have failed, have flown, are stranded, and just start all over again. Because tomorrow might be the best day of our lives.
It's even been scientifically proven (at least I think something like this to have read) that our split-second decisions even before they shoot into our consciousness, to be made. Free will is the mind that is probably not so much influence, how could you practice love. So I think McDonald's only because better as Burger King, because it is meant for me somewhere? I know perhaps it is all Britney-Spears songs by heart, because you ever wanted anyone like this?
Who brings but for us it anew every day to leave the warmth of our bed to us again and again to plunge into the daily madness full of puddles, bricks and anthill to us steal from choleric boss of mouth or by a red light life time ? leave Always with an undefined goal. Why do we try every day to make just the most beautiful day of our lives, and hope every night before going to sleep that morning, perhaps even a bit better?
How is it that we are all looking, but do not really know so exactly what? We always strive for the better job, after the next deal, after the house after the holidays, for the sweet ass over there - and do not really know exactly why. Because then everything just goes on, leans forward, increases, or simply disappear. And in the end we are back where it all started. Are still ourselves, have changed, have grown, have failed, have flown, are stranded, and just start all over again. Because tomorrow might be the best day of our lives.
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