- Dec 1, 2014
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I'm just about 12 hours in to yet another 24 hour weekend shift. Normally I have lots of homework that keeps me engaged, but my classes ended and I've been left here to ponder life and its meaning.
So I sit here...staring out the window on this seemingly beautiful day thinking "Why?" "Why Eleven, why has it come to this? An entire day of your life gone! Gone sitting here staring out the window when you could be out there. Be out there with nature, and the universe, and do things that make you happy."
Why do I do this to myself? Why do I conform just because someone said it was the right thing to do? Why do I work this grueling job that nobody wants to do just for a few measly dollars so that I can buy a new suit and tie and repeat the whole process over again until I'm dead? Why do I knowingly submit myself to this dreary monotony, throwing what little time I have on this beautiful blue planet down the proverbial toilet for the sake of being part of a group that doesn't even appreciate you?
Then I think of all that stuff that I would do with my life. Like live naked in the woods with other free spirits. Fornicate like rabbits. Live unimpeded by the "man" and his agenda. Masters of our own destiny. YOLO. Or I could live on the streets of the big cities because the pidgeons do it, and they are truly free. Or a nice beach somewhere, fresh fish and saltwater and a cool breeze. Free. Then I stand up from my chair startling everyone around me and I get ready to scream "SUCK IT WORLD. YOU ARE NOT THE BOSS OF ME." And then I'd walk out. Walk out into the sunset, into this big world and finally live. Tell my wife and kids I love them. I know they won't see it at first, but this message is the best thing I could ever have done for them. Freed their spirit....
So uh. Yeah that's what I'm doing with my Saturday. You?
So I sit here...staring out the window on this seemingly beautiful day thinking "Why?" "Why Eleven, why has it come to this? An entire day of your life gone! Gone sitting here staring out the window when you could be out there. Be out there with nature, and the universe, and do things that make you happy."
Why do I do this to myself? Why do I conform just because someone said it was the right thing to do? Why do I work this grueling job that nobody wants to do just for a few measly dollars so that I can buy a new suit and tie and repeat the whole process over again until I'm dead? Why do I knowingly submit myself to this dreary monotony, throwing what little time I have on this beautiful blue planet down the proverbial toilet for the sake of being part of a group that doesn't even appreciate you?
Then I think of all that stuff that I would do with my life. Like live naked in the woods with other free spirits. Fornicate like rabbits. Live unimpeded by the "man" and his agenda. Masters of our own destiny. YOLO. Or I could live on the streets of the big cities because the pidgeons do it, and they are truly free. Or a nice beach somewhere, fresh fish and saltwater and a cool breeze. Free. Then I stand up from my chair startling everyone around me and I get ready to scream "SUCK IT WORLD. YOU ARE NOT THE BOSS OF ME." And then I'd walk out. Walk out into the sunset, into this big world and finally live. Tell my wife and kids I love them. I know they won't see it at first, but this message is the best thing I could ever have done for them. Freed their spirit....
So uh. Yeah that's what I'm doing with my Saturday. You?