by, 04-14-2010 at 06:58 PM (721 Views)
I think I'm experiencing some kind of soft and subtle midlife crisis. I'll be 32 soon and no matter what aspect of my life i look at I'm dissatisfied. It's strange though, because, I don't seem to be bothered enough to really force a change. I feel deeply comfortable with myself and where I ever go I'm generally able to deal with the circumstances without coming close to breaking down and it's this sense of comfort that keeps me imprisoned. Then I get to thinking about if life is ever really satisfying and the truth is I don't know. I think if i thought it was possible I might just abandon my little world with all it's little people and hop the next bus out of town in search for my life that seems to be living without me.
It seems the more people we are involved with the more problems we have. Their inability to let go, reason, be mentally strong (within reason) or, possibly, simply understand life as not having formal rules life would become far more amusing, entertaining, and enjoyable at the least. It never fails to amuse and sadden me how the good people of the world cater to the most immature thus allowing the least among us to run our lives. Whoever can breakdown the most or hurt themselves the most creates the rules. We expect each other to behave according to our own reason without ever really understanding our own reason ourselves. It's an incredibly strange dilemma and it's strangeness convinces me that I must be the one who has gone mad.
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