Is it what you feel or what you know? Deep down inside at the bottom of your heart where you're busy churning love in various new forms is probably where it all begins. The mediocrity of people combined with yours makes one big average. It's more average than the individual spirit. And then the standards are formed. To which one must conform. The big average becomes the guideline for things good and small. There are moments when you can feel yourself floundering and lost. And the scariest part is that you relinquish that too. Because it's alright to flounder in everyone's combined average angst. You sacrifice your anger for a time and once it finally comes and pats you on your back you drown it and yourself in misunderstood rage and selfish grief.
There is hardly a point to life. Except to simply feel the fact that you exist. Every single day. Just that. And everything else is simply a bonus - good friends, a decent place to live, loves of lives and the occasional craving for blueberry cheesecake.
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