
It is true, we're living a lie, a hilarious cartoon. I'm not sure about you my friend but I've stopped living according to the expectations of others. I don't take myself seriously, so I do not take other people seriously too. Living a life without judging is wonderful.
Someone, somewhere will always disapprove my words regardless of how hard I try. So I've stopped trying to please anyone. I believe in myself living life as the best as I can truly don't giving a fuck about opinions of other people.
I have realized that I am nothing. And it is liberating and refreshing and it's simply the best and most loving thing I did for myself.
What am I really doing? Nothing
I live at High Park area of Toronto in a small, 550 sq feet, one bedroom, cozy apartment. I'm a simple, straightforward guy and I don't like complications and anything that creates over thinking.
I love my daughter so much. Last night I met her for a dinner and guess what, we didn't have what to talk about. I was tired and quiet. She has never been talkative person so we sit in silence. I really don't know her. I mean I know what she does but I have no clue about details of her life. It is so sad that we are really strangers to each other.

These days I'm working a lot. I am micro-managed at my work and everything that I do today I have to show to my manager tomorrow. It's hard and but that is what I have chosen by being a consultant.
Other than that I'm watching events roll out in front of my eyes. What else can I do?
The truth is, besides my work, I have nothing to do. I am alive, but I don't really have anything to do while alive. I have no ambition, nowhere to go, no one to be or become. I don't need to distract myself from anything or convince myself of anything.
There is nothing that I think isn't as it should be, and I have no interest in how others see me. I have nothing to guide me. I don't seem to be too bored or unhappy about it, so I guess it sounds weird.

Vast majority of people feel suspended in between the life they want and the life that they’ve been leading. A good word to describe such life would be... pathetic. If they are more educated, with more letters besides their name, the harder is for them to cope with the reality of daily life.
I would expect rich people to be happy but they're not. Some apathy, depression, loneliness surrounds them. They don't have problems on this earth and yet... they feel some sadness, the emptiness of existence.
People without money have different kind of problems. Without much money, poor people blame themselves for it. And they hope that one day they will became rich and their problems will be gone. It won't.
I don't want to sound dark, I just want to explain that feeling financially secure doesn’t automatically turn your life into never ending orgasm.
I don’t know how it feels inside someone else’s skin I just try to look at the patterns of life and human behavior in general. I have concluded that we stubbornly cling to future, a fantasy, an escape route, a path of a destruction of the present moment. People with everything do this and people with nothing do this.
We project our hopes and fears into the future and run after anything we imagine we need. It may be peace and security, permanency, status and comfort or recognition. We're hoping that we will get something is the nice way of saying that we're unhappy of not having it. Over and over, new things become the old things and, as the moment of pleasure passes, we once again start looking for the next new things.
The very nature of desire is to be unfulfilled. The future where we will, once and for all, find ultimate security will never arrive. Striving for it is like a donkey trying to reach the carrot which dangles in front of its nose. Our future recede as fast as it is approached.

What is wrong with right now?
What is wrong with the present moment? Nothing wrong! And it is always like that.
All there is is the present moment. If we just stop for a moment, relax, and simply become aware of the present, there may arise the recognition of life as it should be. We can live fully in this certainty, this present moment, because it is complete, perfect, and it is what it is.
The universe has tricked us. Everything means everything and also everything means nothing. Our daily reality lies somewhere between these two extremes.



