Dear Diary, sometimes I want to swap my life with someone else's life. I know, it's silly. It's not going to be easier nor harder, it's not going to be amazing nor sucks, it's just going to be : well, life. In fact I probably will want my life back - because I am used to it, because we always want what we don't have, because nothing in this world is what it seems.
I'm by no means a flawless individual, so why should my life be? and there is no such a thing anyway, a perfect life. It's imaginary. it's ok to imagine it, as long as I remember it's only imagination. I guess it can be motivating, but can an orange fall from an apple tree?
Maybe I'm just curious. What is it like, to live someone else's life? Curiosity can go wild, like imagination. But do I really want to? I'm a person of habit, it's going to be tough and I will not enjoy it. and if I don't want to be someone other than myself, what's the point of living someone else's life? I am my own person and my life is mine to live.
They always say curiosity kills the cat, but I think it's more likely impulsiveness - or better yet, it's just time for the cat to go to a better place. I will leave this world someday too, hopefully also to a better place.