Day Two Hundred and Fifty One - ( 365 ) Pt. 2
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As I get older I am beginning to realise how fickle certain dreams we as humans have really are. Our aspirations and sense of accomplishment are bound by the majority, whom are bound by the media, whom are bound by wealth and totalitarianism. We all fall victim to losing site of the simple things in life, love, laughter, friendship and constantly want to better ourselves in the eyes of the system. Boosting our ego here, developing a new sense of well being there - it all results in a contrived sense of living, bound by our fears of not succeeding. In the end, none of us truly know what success is, for in today's society it is inherently measured by the very things that can not stand the test of perpetual achievement and those are that of materiality.