Life is so freakin short. To imagine that life isn't promised to me. I could be gone at the drop of a hat and there is never going to be a chance of coming back. My body will cease to function. The only thing that will survive the death of me will be my energy (Law of Conservation of Energy) and whatever possessions I would have left this world with. Life feels so surreal. It's as though we live to die. We dedicate our lives to money, careers, & possessions. We live a life full of restriction, doubt, "what ifs", regret, hurt, pain.. and for what? Just to die. It sounds unbelievable when I actually think about it more and more. It's as though our lives are wrapped around created the biggest memories that we are capable of creating before death. We're living memoirs striving to create the most impactful impression on who ever's path we may cross... just so that we wont be totally forgotten once death comes knocking.
I've been thinking about this more and more. About how much of a scam life & societal rules are. I'm going to make an attempt at not holding too many grudges. I'm going to make an attempt at avoiding pain. I'm going to make an effort at improving the quality of this lifelong scam.
