For lack of a better word, let's call it bullshit. I'm not afraid to say bullshit, and I don't think you should be either.
Somehow, I got outside of the fish bowl. Once you are outside of the fish bowl, you can't ever go back. There's no possible way.
Within the fish bowl are the "silly things", the "illusions", the stuff that doesn't matter.
Outside of the fish bowl is truth, laughter, love, passion, integrity, power, stuff that matters.
I'm interested in talking to you outside of the fishbowl. I'm interested in knowing how you feel, what you have to say, what enlivens you. I'm interested in laughing with you, outside of the fishbowl.
Life is moving too fast for anything else. I don't think there's time, for anything else.
It's time to make a decision. What are you going to pay attention to? Who are you going to listen to? Your voice, or the little fish swimming around the same tree. The same tree. The same tree. The same tree.
The water is stale, in the fish bowl. The trees are plastic. Little goldfish, float to the top.
Outside the air is clear, and the trees so big, the sun bright and you and I are laughing.
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