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In four years a couple hundred kids graduate from a high school. And in those same four years, over a thousand don't. We make a distinction. We record what happens, saving it without thought. And then we go on. Those that graduate are split between attending college and finding work, starting a family or living an adventure. Some get jobs and some get married, others continue school or strike out on their own. We make a distinction. We record what happens. And then we go on.
We go on working and talking, filling the air with sound, and we scarcely forget the facts. Someone graduated form Oxford with a Ph.D. Someone else ran their truck into a telephone pole and the cops found drugs in the cab. Jack and Diane struggled to raise three kids. Someone's story entertains us, and someone else's depresses us.
One day we'll have the Ph.D. and one day we'll raise kids. One day we'll...I don't know, we'll do something. We go on and assure each other that everything is fine, that life is fine. We're good, right? We aren't crashing our truck into a telephone pole. We're doing the right thing; we're doing what makes us happy. We make a distinction. We record what happens. And then we go on.
But despite how much we go on, we never really go on. It's always what was or what could be, what is for someone else that isn't as good as what is for us, or what is for someone else that's better than what is for us. We compare and contrast everything we experience with the tale of another's life. We make a distinction. We record what happens. And then we go on.
We go on.
We go on working and talking, filling the air with sound, and we scarcely forget the facts. Someone graduated form Oxford with a Ph.D. Someone else ran their truck into a telephone pole and the cops found drugs in the cab. Jack and Diane struggled to raise three kids. Someone's story entertains us, and someone else's depresses us.
One day we'll have the Ph.D. and one day we'll raise kids. One day we'll...I don't know, we'll do something. We go on and assure each other that everything is fine, that life is fine. We're good, right? We aren't crashing our truck into a telephone pole. We're doing the right thing; we're doing what makes us happy. We make a distinction. We record what happens. And then we go on.
But despite how much we go on, we never really go on. It's always what was or what could be, what is for someone else that isn't as good as what is for us, or what is for someone else that's better than what is for us. We compare and contrast everything we experience with the tale of another's life. We make a distinction. We record what happens. And then we go on.
We go on.