From my perspective, which is the only one I can assume fully, my life is taking place inside my own world.
Two grand words, life and world, but they are related.
Life is linear, but the world is always around.
While filling my life, I work with the world around me and thus, make it my world from my point of view.
This world consists of the lives of many others, who may form a society, a family or just circumstances.
It also provides physical places in which I may feel and perceive the world differently.
How big is my world?
As far as I can reach, as I can go, as I can be heard.
Who owns my world?
Anyone I let.
That may not always a free choice, and ever so often a difficult decision.
But when it indeed is my own choice, am I not to be held responsible for who is where inside my world?
And what story could I tell, when I am not responsible for a vast amount of the things happening in it?
Are there rules in my world?
Lots and I love it!
Rules make life with the lives of others easy: The more I can learn, the better I navigate the world and make it mine, rather than onlybeing a guest in someone else’s world.
Sometimes it takes a lot of time to see certain rules or to overthrow old rules, which I liked to cling to just for the sake of continuity.
This has the potential to reshape my world, which is built on rules.
What do I do with my life in my world?
Good things.
Good things are more than things that don’t hurt anyone: Things that make the people in my world happy.
Even if my choices don’t immediately feel like good things to others, the ultimate goal is to make the others feel the good feelings.
And how would I achieve that without being able to be happy in the first place?
