...and day to day.Get up. Shower. Drive to school. Yell at other drivers. Try to find a parking spot. Class. Coffee. Class. Class. Drive home. Read. Read more. Drive to work. Work. Drive home. Try to find a parking spot. Read more. Go to sleep. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
What am I doing? Why am I doing it? Work for money for rent to go to school for a degree for a job to buy a house to provide for a family... What's the end of the line? What's the ultimate goal? I guess for me it's a family. But, if I'm never there then what's the point? If I'm numb and burnt out and detached, what does it matter anyway?
The ultimate is happiness... it should be in any case. Yet we are all driven constantly toward something. We're all working, struggling up this endless ladder of stresses and needs and desires and blah blah BLAH. We think we're headed toward something that will make us happy, and by the time we get there, we'll realize that we should have been making ourselves happy all along. The grass ain't always greener...
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