Read Ecclesiastes (spelling, I know), it has an interesting message
Life, I find, is a word that is rarely any more than a board game, a cereal, or one's current social standings in relation to their "getting out" quotient. Seriously, think about it. What is life, but a series of patterns and cycles, repeating endlessly until finally, you croak. Oh sure, go ahead, argue, say something obscure and random like "but what about if you get an arm cut off/fired/married." Well you know what happens then? You go into one of you little sub-cycles, such as depression, or withdrawel, or anxiety, or in the case of marriage, the same pattern you build up for relationships, just stretched out, and repeated a bit more often. There are only so many experiences on this planet, no wonder people turn to drugs, and drink. They're either trying to ignore and forget what has happened so as not to spoil life's coming "surprises", or truly trying to find something new, something different, a change. We thrive on change. Some people fear it, and yet, these people are often looked upon as... unhealthy. Their lives suffer as a result often times. Why? Because they are rejecting something essential to their living.
But once again, there are only so many changes. There are only so many cycles, and only a finite number of patterns in life. And if you happen to be particularly good at recognising patterns, cycles, themes, what-have-you... well then, you're pretty much set for life. But you're fucked too, because things are gonna get really old, real fast.
But hey, that's life for you. All you can do is enjoy those more pleasent bits that make their way around to you, and brace as best you can (which is never good enough) for the shit. Well, that or jump off a bridge, but that's not any fun, now is it?
But once again, there are only so many changes. There are only so many cycles, and only a finite number of patterns in life. And if you happen to be particularly good at recognising patterns, cycles, themes, what-have-you... well then, you're pretty much set for life. But you're fucked too, because things are gonna get really old, real fast.
But hey, that's life for you. All you can do is enjoy those more pleasent bits that make their way around to you, and brace as best you can (which is never good enough) for the shit. Well, that or jump off a bridge, but that's not any fun, now is it?