Random scribblings... through a keyboard
Odd hours and late night showers take their toll as the days roll into one and it's all moving by so fast I can barely breathe, and I wonder if I'm even absorbing enough of it to look back upon with nostalgia when I'm old and decrepit and writing my memoirs because in the end we all have no choice but to look back.
It's funny that we live it every day and yet I don't think anyone really has a grasp of the concept that we are all going to die one day. That guy next to you on the metro? He's going to die. Your co-worker across your cubicle? She's going to die. You, me, we're all going to die. It's inevitable. I've been watching people lately, trying to wrap my head around that fact. In one hundred ten years or so (to make an allowance for those freaks who do manage to last over a century), barring breakthroughs in the extension of healthy human life, no one who's here now will be here at all. And it really is a difficult concept to wrap my head around...
And I would write more but I have to be up in 5 hours to go to work and stare at more people on the metro, wondering when and how they'll die.
It's funny that we live it every day and yet I don't think anyone really has a grasp of the concept that we are all going to die one day. That guy next to you on the metro? He's going to die. Your co-worker across your cubicle? She's going to die. You, me, we're all going to die. It's inevitable. I've been watching people lately, trying to wrap my head around that fact. In one hundred ten years or so (to make an allowance for those freaks who do manage to last over a century), barring breakthroughs in the extension of healthy human life, no one who's here now will be here at all. And it really is a difficult concept to wrap my head around...
And I would write more but I have to be up in 5 hours to go to work and stare at more people on the metro, wondering when and how they'll die.