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The World at Large


Yesterday I was driving and I had one of those odd surreal moments in life that I sometimes get. I was seeing everything pass me by but it was much clearer than before. It's one of those moments where you can really feel yourself live. It's like those moods I get in when I really sit and think about my life and who I am. I sometimes feel like everything I'm experiencing is generic. The feeling I'm feeling right now when I'm most happy, most sad, most stressed, most uplifted, has been experienced before. Some one has felt the exact same feeling I am, and some one will feel it again. At this moment, when I'm the happiest I've ever been, some one else is having the worst day of their life. And the roles will switch. One day when my life is completely falling apart, some one's life is changing forever, for the better. You know how people often say that other people have never felt the way they felt? That is such a lie...you know some one else has felt that exact same way. I think I know this because song lyrics. Those one song I hear and it describes every particle of how I feel, only some one put it into much better words. Regardless, I hope I can keep my perspective of life looking through the windshield, rather than the rearview mirror.

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