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Life is a Dream


Have you noticed how complex life is, I mean really. We all live different lives. We go to work different days, eat different food, we wear different clothes. No two people are alike. We somehow are able to work together to do amazing things. Though our differences my be stark. We all experience the same things, just in different ways. We all feel the same emotions. We all are sad, happy, confused, and upset in out short lives here on this lovely earth. We experience the same emotions, just at different times. Work might be super boring for one person, but super exciting for another. We all have to eat, sleep, and breathe to stay alive. But one might be a candy crushaholic,  while the other is addicted to watching dance moms. Are we the same or different? I like purple, you might like blue. We all like colors, but just different ones. What's weird about the world is it's complexity. We are such different creatures. I can't stand mushrooms, but you might love them. I can touch a spider, but you might scream and jump up on a table at the first sight of one. We some how can live aside each other without driving each other crazy. I have such large ups and downs in life, that one day I might be on top of the world and other days I might be stuck in the bottom of a deep well. Maybe you have a constant mellowness about yourself. Maybe you don't mind missing out on stuff. I hate that. No, I dislike that, hate is a mean word. See, IM like that, I'm very sensitive to words. To things that make an impact. You can hurt someone's feels by using one wrong word, or can brighten their day by the use of a right one. I can't stand missing out. Oh if I could be in two places at once, what stress would just sift away. I could work and go to a party, I could sleep and do homework. I could go live by an ocean and see my family every day. You would like that too I'm sure. Life can be a dream, or not. Its what you make of it. If you have an obstacle, do you face it head on, or try to slide around it without it seeing you. Are we the same or different? You say scrambled, I say over easy. You say medium well, I say, I'd like a salad an two sides cause in not a meat fan. You say front of the theater while I day middle. you say water, I say with lemon. Yet we pick the same toppings on our hotdog. Are we different or the same. You decide. I'm going to go get some breakfast, are you?

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