It has to be perfect:
- our appearance
- material possessions
Why do seek control of every aspect of our lives, without questioning who or what we are?
It took me 40 years to understand that my life was my life, and not someone else's.
Whose life are you living?
PS. I shared this yesterday evening on Twitter. I don't know why but Seasick Steve's music is one of the few things that feels...well...real.