hippie j

i grew up living in deprivation - emotionally, spiritually - and i quickly learned that i was the one who created my own reality. i recognized, at a very young age, that the world is centred around material things … the questions most important to people seemed to be, “how much money does he/ she make?” or “what kind of car does he/she drive?”… well none of this made any sense to me. it still doesn’t. everything that matters is anything outside of ourselves. this world sickens me, and i think sometimes i get caught up in how much of a lack of control we actually have. our lives are polluted with the normalcy surrounding burnout, business, and bullshit. NOTHING but who we are internally goes to the grave with us … do you want to be remembered for the person you were, or for the tangible things you have? do you want to reach the end of your life and wish you appreciated the little/ slow moments, or do you want to feel like you experienced each moment as you deserve to?