Best stories are written by life. So everyone's life must be a bestseller.

Well, that's at least what we should think.

But reality is more like the movie "Donnie Darko". I've recently seen this divine peace of - yeah - art and I'm glad that this happened to me. Thanks to jazzymike for showing me another important thing in my life.

It's reality. You go to work and you're surrounded by slaves, zombies, non-individual bored déjà-vu-people. Why déjà-vu?

Because it's like in another one of my favourite movies: "Groundhog Day". Well, not actually the same, but those people - or rather bees - go to their hives every day, do their work, go home, wake up next morning and do the same procedure again and again. Then it's weekend. What does an average citizen do on weekends? Right. He or she gets drunk, goes into the sun, goes skiing, and - oh - the world is so happy and wonderful!

But what about the others? What about people who really form own thoughts, think individually and are able to create their own worlds, stories, music and art?

"Oh, you're so sick! Go back to your tomb!" they get told.

But now I ask you: What's better? Coming from a tomb or working in a hive?

Now you might say: "Well, one day everyone becomes a slave of another one. You can't escape."

And you're so right. That's what depresses my soul. But I'll never lose my own mind. Only over my dead body.