The worst thing you could do to yourself is have expectations.
You lose the ability to compartmentalize and you end up hating and being inconvenienced by every little thing.
Life is too short.
We’re all going to die, we’re all eventually are going to be forgotten, everything we build, everything we destroy, will be met with an equal opposite force and be put back in it’s place.
I realized this not long after I became an adult.
I threw away my dreams, my ambitions, my desires, my ego, my expectations of myself and others.
Ever since I’ve been living in spite of it all.
Living for the present day.
Living for comfort.
Living for love.
Living for the small fortunes bestowed upon us by this glorious world.
All of a sudden thousands of bees come out of nowhere, the bees have the ability to manipulate time and space.
Once you are stung you are transported in between realities, unable to escape as every exit becomes an entrance back to where you started.
Eventually I am teleported into another realm.
This realm is dark, the only light is a dim sunlight, like the light coming through cracks in a dark house at dawn.
The realm is occupied by hundreds of people from different places in time, from cavemen to modern humans.
This realm has everything you need, food, drinks, television and video games, and of course company.
But it’s always dark and always ominous, and it feels like something is watching you.
That’s because there is.
As I and multiple others try to escape the realm we run into a creature called the watcher.
The watcher is like a living shadow with glowing red eyes, skinny and tall, long lanky arms and legs; and has the ability to control time and space.
Every time we attempt to make an escape we are confronted by the watcher and transported back to where we started.
I eventually get sick and tired of this revolving door so I manifest a sword in my hand and hunt and kill the watcher.
Once the watcher is dead I have a short window to escape before the watcher resurrects.
I gather as many people as possible, about three dozen, and we search and find an escape, a black hole that looks as if it is filled with distant stars.
As we jump in everything goes black.
All of sudden we are teleported to the real world, in the middle of a busy highway, it’s raining and the cars quickly slide to a stop in every which direction because of the wet roads.
Everyone ushers a sigh of relief, smiles on our faces and laughing ensues.
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