He was immersed by its serenity; there were no words to describe it. Glistening on blades of grass as the morning sun began to cast its brilliant golden rays across the land, the autumn dawn was born. Famous for the snow white clouds moseying against the duel shades of blues and oranges painted across the picturesque sky, birds simultaneously tweeted out to each other in a chorus. An ancient oak tree proudly guarded the fields, casting a magnificent shadow across the shrubbery that surrounded it.
He reached out and took the coffee. He swirled the cup in an unconscious circle, as though his hands were not affiliated with his body. Taking a sip, his hair became standing on end, sending a shiver down his spine as he slumped back into the deck …show more content…
With all the beliefs, values, morals, standards, principles, attitudes and opinions he found himself daily engrossed with, nothing was authentic anymore; and therefore nor was the reverie. And with these, he felt an undermining sense of sadness, of sorrow, and of stress; acquiring a new world was his relief. He believed that society was binging an attempt to be happy, to be successful, to have a sense of belonging – posting, sharing, liking, commenting, tweeting and inboxing our lives. With this, he sat back some more. Slumped. Dazed. And refused to allow any kind of …show more content…
It shattered his stupor like a knife slicing through air. His eyes squinted and regained focus, awakening him to the real reality. He became aware of his surroundings, and was reminded that he is a suburban Australian in his twenties, who awoke that morning and began his day as a roommate to his best friend. He was the older, smarter of the two, who carried more responsibilities and found himself often unsatisfied with this lifestyle, because the idea of it fitted someone’s expectations, despite not being his. The university course, the late weekends, a typical life for the young man, although it felt forced and bland to him. Perhaps this is why he lived
He reached out and took the coffee. He swirled the cup in an unconscious circle, as though his hands were not affiliated with his body. Taking a sip, his hair became standing on end, sending a shiver down his spine as he slumped back into the deck …show more content…
With all the beliefs, values, morals, standards, principles, attitudes and opinions he found himself daily engrossed with, nothing was authentic anymore; and therefore nor was the reverie. And with these, he felt an undermining sense of sadness, of sorrow, and of stress; acquiring a new world was his relief. He believed that society was binging an attempt to be happy, to be successful, to have a sense of belonging – posting, sharing, liking, commenting, tweeting and inboxing our lives. With this, he sat back some more. Slumped. Dazed. And refused to allow any kind of …show more content…
It shattered his stupor like a knife slicing through air. His eyes squinted and regained focus, awakening him to the real reality. He became aware of his surroundings, and was reminded that he is a suburban Australian in his twenties, who awoke that morning and began his day as a roommate to his best friend. He was the older, smarter of the two, who carried more responsibilities and found himself often unsatisfied with this lifestyle, because the idea of it fitted someone’s expectations, despite not being his. The university course, the late weekends, a typical life for the young man, although it felt forced and bland to him. Perhaps this is why he lived