I must have lost my handbook shortly after birth

What more perspective is there than indifference to this word of dirt and water and hate and disappointment? What does it matter? What do little occurrences truly matter? Matter to what? What matters to you? Does a ..perfect life.. matter to you? Nice clothes? Friends? A job? Love? Discovery of your spirit..s thoughts? A new clean car? The meaning of life? The meaning of your life? What kind of dishes you have? Wall color swatches? What matters? It..s depressing to think/to see others, and even myself at times, get so caught up in how much stuff we have, or what television shows we watch. Is there no more to be done? Work .. sleep .. eat .. clean .. eat .. work .. eat. Is there no end to this empty cycle? Do ..normal.. people even have dreams and aspirations? (Those beyond cars, clothes, home entertainment collections) Does anybody want to do anything rather than get by? Their nails must be worn thin from clawing at their feeble meaningless quests for 5pm. What do they wan out of life? There has to be some Outstanding reason they came to this rock. Why do we toil ad beg and plead for the strength to just ..get through.. one more day? What do we desire to do, to see, to experience, or to accomplish? It seems 9 to 5..ers have no other goals than to have a house, 2 cars, nice kids, and a vacation once a year. Graduations, birthdays, weddings, tears at funerals. Yet any disturbance in the ..normal.. order of these things sends their minds into tizzies. They don..t know what to do if things don..t go exactly as they are ..supposed.. to, as it is written in the infamous ..The way everybody else says life should be.. handbook. I must have lost my copy shortly after birth. So what if our car gets stolen. A ripped artery, is what that stolen car is, to a ..perfect life... But what if we have a goal other than to have that car? Does it really matter that it was stolen? What if our house was robbed? Does it affect your dreams? Just get another car. Money? Time is money. But money only represents time. It takes time to get money. It takes time to get what was robbed. Our dreams and desires remain. It seems people are more affected by a car wreck than losing a leg or an eye. Why? Junk can be replaced. Proof then, that junk, or loss of junk, shouldn..t matter to the individual with perspective. That individual is indifferent to the loss of junk, when he has dreams. Junk is dirt. Dreams are real. Thieves, fire, collision? Can..t touch dreams. Mine. Thoes are all mine. No one seems to put a fraction of the effort (that they put into getting cars and stuff) into really achieving their dreams. Or either they have no dreams. Some/most recant on their ..death.. beds that they never saw their dreams come true, or reserved themselves according to the handbook. Why the sorrow so late? Why the postponed perspective. Why not now? Discover what life means to you. Search your soul. Search body. Find what you want. Get it. Toil after it opposed to your nice house in a nice neighborhood with a nice car to take you to your nice job. All dirt. Get a life. Before your ..death.. bed.