My head is full of random thoughts today:
Why is ebay so addicting? I've already spent way too much money.
Regret is pointless but also a drug. Why can't we let go? Why do we let it fester?
Why is doing the right thing so hard sometimes? If it's the right thing, isn't it supposed to be easy?
What is money? It controls us, yet it's merely paper and metal, and now it's just numbers on a computer screen. Does it hold the same value to me as my grandparents?
Why vintage? Why are we so concerned about living in the past, some reject today?
Why do we have to have the latest, most expensive, most advanced everything? Why can't we be happy with the simple things?
Are we all so dissatisfied that we can't embrace each new day as it comes? We always long for the future and wish for the past, but forget that we are in today and we are missing it.
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