When I like something a great deal, it's hard not to obsess over it and overindulge. Tough not to completely envelope myself in it. I try so hard. But as you live this life, the awesomeness is less and less. The thrills are fewer and farther in between. What was once a fun-filled daily ride is now a grind, a tiring grind, sometimes devoid of any fun at all. You come to realize that all those flowers along the road were not permanent. Things from the past that bring you pleasure are treasured keepsakes that you store in your mind and bring them out to admire and adore in private moments.
But it's sad because those things are gone now, dead for all intents and purposes from my real life. But all the what could be's are waiting for me, supposedly. I read that on some meme. I still want to believe it's true but sometimes in these moments of lost faith I just see myself as walking the earth like a corpse, a shadow of what I once was or could have been.
A pizza slice is the image of hope later that night.
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