Are We Really Living?
Lost In The Algorithms-Odyssey # 48
You’re a bit of a mystery to me, hard to read, easy to misjudge. My mind, that old trickster, plays me, drawing out the shadows in me. My thoughts race, pain in the cogitation, whispering, ‘If this is all there is, I’m checking out.’ But then, maybe, just maybe, there’s more. One day, facing the mirror, you’ll say, ‘I lived that tale,’ and damn, what a saga it was.
As I prepare for the morning gym session, my reflection in the mirror becomes a battleground for thoughts. Life’s latest curveball is pushing me to the edge, but hell, isn’t that what makes this ride thrilling?
I used to hide behind the facade of ‘party George,’ a mask that concealed the real me. Those days are gone, leaving me thinking, ‘Where the fuck are they now?’
Thoreau ventured into the woods to live deliberately and confront the essential facts of life, aiming not to discover at death that he hadn’t truly lived.
Now, that’s all I think about these days as I get older. Am I really living?
A part of me fantasizes about a future where my words hit the big time, where fame and legacy are not just dreams but realities. The wildlife. Freedom. The deep woods. Maybe, just maybe, that day will come. But until then, I’m content with the notion that, no matter what, I’m living a story worth telling.
So, as you face your reflection, know that every scar, smile, and shadow has its place in your tale. Live deliberately, fearlessly, and authentically, for in the end, the most compelling story is the one you dare to live fully.
GK
