At times, we allow ourselves to get wrapped up in a world that is convoluted.
Sucked into a whirlwind, constantly spinning in circles that always seem to come back to point A.
Where is the real, the genuine progression? Does it even exist? Or are we simply creatures of habits that are killing us slowly?
Are we really living life? Or are we programmed by the demands of so-called societal norms?
Is our time really only worth $42,000 or even $1,000,000 a year?
Are we really being judged by the crispness of our button ups or the name we can hardly pronounce on our wrists?
Is life measured in dollars or moments?
Let us be driven by purpose like the how the moon sets out every night to illuminate the sky.