Life is such a weird concept for me. It’s common knowledge
that ‘life is short’, we are reminded of this every time someone passes away.
But seriously, how short is it? If I, as a woman, manage to live until my life
expectancy of 82, that is a really really really long time. Well at least it
seems like it to me. So basically we spend the first 20 odd years of our lives
in education, the next FORTY working 9-5 or probably by the time I
get to that age- the next FIFTY years making ends meet, only to then keep
plodding on for a further ten or TWENTY years! It tires me just thinking about
it. As bad or controversial as this may sound, what actually is the point of it
all? We spend most of our lives working to make money that will be meaningless
as soon as we die, to pass on to our children who will meet the same fate as us
eventually. As morbid as this sounds, it is true. Nothing that we have in life,
our possessions or relationships are permanent. After spending too long with my
depressing thoughts I’ve decided that I’ll essentially not worry about
anything and go and do whatever I want with my life because I’m going to die
anyway, I just hope that it doesn’t come too soon. And on that lovely note I’d
like to apologise if I killed your vibe.
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