Be Careful With The Reflection In The Mirror

I have heard the words, “this is the life.”I think about what this means. I think about the places I have been or the views I have seen, which are beautiful and perhaps local and maybe they are only subjective to me, a typical New Yorker with an accent and all.But I can say that I have seen beautiful things. I was listening to a song the other morning. I am not too familiar with the music of today or the youth of today and at the same time, I heard the words to the lyrics.“Man, this must be the life.”I thought this was brilliant.And here’s why – What does this mean?The life . . . I have sat at the side of mountains in Los Angeles and watched the sun go down. I saw the Hollywood sign at night and felt the buzz, which is something I was told about.At the same time, sure, this was nice.This was good.This was Los Angeles in all its splendor and its glory.But . . .Was this the life?Was it the life when I sat down in wealth spots and ate like a king?Was it the life when I was flying across…