I thought it was real but it was just reality smacking me in the face… again. How many times must one be smacked in the face before waking up? Apparently 1,467.

I am trying with every fibre of my being to not become apathetic. To continue to believe in magic even when I cannot see it. To refuse to bend to this world of zombies working for a paycheck when work is meant to be for having-ness sake. No other species pays to live on the planet. Yet we’ve sold ourselves to something that isn’t even real.

I don’t want blabber on too long today.

Do you believe in manifestation? I did when I saw you walk into the room. I did when you said hello. I did when you told me to call you.

So where did I go wrong?