Have you ever thought about living in a different era? Maybe you should’ve been a hippie, a flapper, a knight, a prophet, a caveman. Maybe you should’ve been birthed into a different society—Ireland, Japan, Egypt, Brazil, Greece. Maybe you should’ve been another race or class or the opposite sex, but this is a different story entirely.
Have you pondered this thought? Has it ever crossed your mind?
I dunno. I’ve always kind of thought I was born at the right time—I have it pretty easy, and if there’s a deadly sin I’m guilty of, it’s sloth. But think about it a bit (if you haven’t). I’m a buff Brad Pitt putting a gun to your head, forcing you to choose your decade, or century.
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Do you have it?
Even if you still settle for now; you’re totally in bliss of this lifetime you’ve been blessed with.
Well, if I had to choose…is it bad that my dream time isn’t really even real? It’s the stuff of imagination and Lewis Carroll.
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