Do you ever just not feel real? That’s been my life lately. Staring at my ceiling wondering if I’m really breathing. Money is fake. We gave it value but in reality isn’t the true measure of success survival? It’s one thing that can’t be debated. Money fluctuates but once you’re dead you’re dead. In ancient times they fought to breathe more breaths than rivals. Today it’s all about the green and a successful life can be someone who died far too young. Premature death is even romanticized by some.
What is real? Necessities.
At any moment you could walk away from this life and as long as you find food, water, and shelter, you could live.
What is real?