We all have our thoughts about not being good enough, about no one caring, about the time race. And even though many of us can see the obvious opposite facts around us, with our common sense kickin the shit out of our less smart side, it seems to be so hard-wired into our brains that somewhere “over there” in “that person’s life” there seems to be the perfect subsistence.
Confined in our social beauty industry we keep running, sometimes pushing aside our core, feeling a little bit better because we, at least for some time, are living up to the external demands that are being pumped into our veins. And when we finally get under someone’s skin, we receive at least one proof for that we are not alone. That the outer world is not as perfect as we believe it to be. But the running somehow continues and we have to investigate further because the imperfectness has to be beyond a reasonable doubt – Guilty until proven innocent.
