That is it, I just wonder. About everything. My experiences are just my own persona movie of what I think happened. There are a billion different movies from every point of view, ever person has their own personal film.
We all want to be a savior, we all want to be remembered for something, but at what cost? Hating ourselves? We sit around addicted to our screens, waiting for something to happen because we are to afraid, to lazy to make something happen ourselves.
Pulling a guy out of a crashed car isn’t all that it lives up to me, I got much more enjoyment giving someone hundred sixty bucks to help them get by, than I did getting a guy out of a crashed car. His life was done anyway, even if he lives to be 80, it ain’t goin anywhere. He will still be living in a trashed place sellin, peddlin, till he realizes he isn’t going anywhere no matter how far he drives.