By the time ordinary life asserted itself once more, I would feel I had already lived for a while in some other lifetime, that I had even taken over someone else's life.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I realize that my life is not the common ordinary person.
If I had to live my life over again, I would live it exactly the same way. I would do everything in the same way. I don't regret anything.
I would live all my life in nonchalance and insouciance, Were it not for making a living, which is rather a nouciance.
The longer I live, the more I am enabled to realize that I have but one life to live on Earth, and that this one life is but a brief life, for sowing, in comparison with eternity, for reaping.
I lived my life one way for 35 years, for me. And then the focus came in on what I really was.
I lived somebody else's life. It was never about me, it was really about him on every level.
No one who has lived even for a fleeting moment for something other than life in its conventional sense and has experienced the exaltation that this feeling produces can then renounce his new freedom so easily.
I have always lived an ordinary life, and always will. It's who and what has to do with my job that makes it 'unordinary.' I cook, go to the supermarket, pick my children up at school.
Much of the time life is a sort of rhythmic progression of three characters. If one tells oneself that life is like that, one feels it less arbitrary.
I would not take for granted that my personal life - because I knew better than anybody - that it was just a life. It was surprisingly an ordinary life.