Lake house drunken musings
While at the lake house I typed this while drunk. Not sure when, but I've dated the journal entry on the date that the computer says it was made
Have you ever thought about yourself, and where you would be in ten year's time? Have you ever looked at someone else, and imagined how they would be in 10 year's time? Today, I was thinking about such things. It is interesting I guess to imagine the stories that people will tell their kids, and of course what they won't. My parents never told me anyhting about their 'young and wild' days, except perhaps my dad telling me that he tried smoking cigarettes once, and never did it again. I don't know what other people's parents might tell them. But I was just thinking about what I will tell my own kids one day about my 'younger days'. It's interesting.
In fifteen or twenty year's time, it is sad to say but at the same time completly in the realm of probability that the spark and joy in our lives will be mostly gone, driven out of existance by the drudgery and toils of 'adult life'. Hopefully the more boyant and vibrant of us can avoid that, but unfortunatly I do not really hold much hope for such things. It makes me cry inside. Why is it that maturing and joining the 'real world' will cause us so much frustaration that we forget how to sing, forget how to dance, forget how to have fun? Why is it that stupid little conflicts, that are now resolved through backstabbing and dumb high-school gossip will one day be resolved with lawyers and courtrooms? What kind of world do we live in, where a 'better world' is a world where we live longer only to deal with more problems than our grandparents and great-grandparents?
These are just the things I have been thinking of.