I used to live in my own world, and those around me.. they just lived in it. It's not that I was self centered, I simply had my own world. Complications, my world was full of complications that some may mistake for dramas. Honestly it was at times unbelievable and borderline ridiculous. I wonder when it was that I stopped living in my world and joined the real world? At what precise moment did my world cease to exist anymore?
I always believed that my life was my life, that was the hand I was dealt and I lived accordingly. I guess I was wrong in so many ways. I went from 19 to 40 in a matter of months and I can't believe I never noticed it. I guess that's why I never noticed that my world was gone, the people, the places, all of it just vanished.
I noticed this last night. I live a life of complete simplicity (not in a literal, Amish kind of sense...) but there is no complications anymore.
I'm not saying life is bad now, it's just different, very different.
