Couldn't help but add the title of my latest reading novel to this post. A story by Catherine Fisher, played out over two titles, titled Incarceron and Sapphique. An idea so profound, depicted so brilliantly in a make-believe world.
We live in a world of our own means, desires, behavior, conduct, thoughts, principles, prejudices, etc, etc, etc. But is this a world that we can boldly define as what exactly what we asked for and what we are asking for? Sorry boss, if anyone says that to you, I would say shake his hand and walk away. Just not it.
What do I want in my life? What is it that defines my happiness? These are questions.