Seattle

It will always astonish me how insignificant I feel when I venture to another city.

The more I travel, the more I realize how much of a realist I have become and the bleaker my outlook has been.

Everyone is chasing this idealistic life, that is massively marketed.

We all get caught in this grinding mentality, that you have to make money, spend it, display, and you are complete.

But in actuality, you are wasting it, which in turn makes you like everyone else.

You work so many hours that you don't even remember why you work so much for. 

It’s as if you work for what and not for why.

Perhaps it's every major city, but consumerism is present in American life.

It's funny how a stranger's life should have no meaning to you, but you can't help but be curious.