I can’t keep living a lie… Or maybe not a lie, but the things that are not as true for me as this.
(Sometimes I think I lack conviction, but this here is proof that it’s not true… I actually have a lot of it. Maybe too much.)
Maybe this is reckless and not how ‘life should be lived.’
But there’s so many ways to live life. Why listen to those who don’t choose deliberately, but follow and conform to the default?
Are they happier?
Not really… They are just more comfortable.
[Excerpt from my written musings this morning. Picture taken of chocolat chaud and a cafe creme at Cafe de Flore, one of the oldest and most prestigious coffee houses in Paris, where (eventually) famous writers and philosophers used to sit, ponder and discuss life].