Life

"I went out in the rain suddenly everything changed, they're spreading blankets on the beach"

We go through life pretending to be real. We are told from every angle we are to be a "solid citizen" a good person. But who is to decide how good is good? 

We become relieved that no one seems to notice that we hardly exist along with 7 billion people on the planet. We are only a thought, here and there. Some feeling floating around, a wave on the train, an "excuse me", a nod, a bewilderment of opposing desires and beliefs. I try to become what I can imagine a solid good person to be, while taking pointers and tips from other actors on this stage. 

Recently I was told that I have a "thing" going for me. It really struck me because I'm constantly struggling to be "myself" whatever that means. 

Everyone else seems so much more real to me than I do myself.