that nothing is real, nothing really matters all that much, and that time is of such little importance.
Trees look SO WEIRD. The mall can be an awful place to be when you're quite messed up. Clothes are silly and can get really obnoxious; everything would be so much nicer and more comfortable without them. Standing on top of a huge hill overlooking an entire city while listening to Pink Floyd feels amazing. Running down such a hill while listening to The Beatles feels almost as amazing. Plants are really cool and they're like, higher beings of some sort; people should appreciate this and maybe try to communicate with them. Our perceived "reality" is nothing but a miniscule fragment of "true" existence. There is an inconceivable number of perceptions and experiences beyond possible human imagination and our measley human senses of touch, taste, hearing, sight, and smell. Our whole universe that we live in day-to-day, albeit complex in itself beyond our wildest dreams, is just a tiny speck in all that there truly is to be found. (Hopefully that made sense even though it sounds pretty fluffy.)
most of the things i engage in are completely meaningless. life requires continual maintenance. the only thing that feels valuable is honoring ones dreams and following ones heart.
life goes by in moments, but we are always too busy to notice them.. even though there are billions each second.