As a human, I suffer from many delusions… here is something that came up in a discussion, and it yielded light onto my own life.
I own what I possess… until what I possess owns me.
I keep thinking that I will live forever. The reality that I might die someday, or even the reality that I am actually getting older, doesn’t quite sink in yet.
I am the master of my own life. This belief has caused me much frustration. I realize that if I am the master of my own life, there is a lot of responsibility to hold up to. I don’t think I am capable of that. And if bad things happen to me, I am continually responsible… whoa. What a heavy burden…
*scratches and pulls hair*
