time structure

We want to graze in the green pastures and ponder the meaning of life. In so doing, we can set ourselves up for a plethora of issues ranging from the real and distinctly uncomfortable to the unreal; which can be the most unusual and horrific experience we could have. The in between stuff is just window dressing for the viewing pleasure of other people.
Actors we all are, falling away from ourselves deep inside the meandering flux of social life with all its discrepancies and falsities. We lose ourselves in our roles; if we are active. If we are not active we have shut down the process so our age can come quicker. Then we can buy the crap they say we need. This cycle is hard on us. It makes good and decent people feel insignificant inside. If only people knew that there are many who feel the same way once those hard layers of socialness get peeled away; with those deep and dark feelings that form the base of our huge towers of structured time being the last to go.
We should graze in the green pastures. We should ponder the big questions. If for nothing else than to take time away from our daily constraints and binding thoughts of reciprocation. We should never deny the way our feelings present themselves. There is value after all in how dreams and perceptions formulate.