I was living a seemingly perfect life and was feeling normal living with my emotions and selective memories of the good times I’ve had.
I was under the impression that I had worked out what life was about and had the illusion of being in control. I couldn’t fault anything physically as everything looked picture perfect, but there was a constant feeling that something was lacking. Life felt like a tasteless strawberry made out of plastic, but it seemed no one was aware of this except me. Continue reading “Exposing the False Perception of a Perfect Life”