Game of life
When ye ask me shite like this, it makes meh think of that damn board game. Ye roll th'dice, move so many spaces and somethin' big happens. Ye get married, ye have babies, or ye go to jail - somethin' so fuckin big it changes ye fer the rest o'yer life.
No one ever seems pleased with who or what they are. Fuckin women get all sorts of shite done t'their faces, boobs, fannies and stomachs. Men need cars, money and houses to feel good about themselves. What th'fuck is the point? Ye came into this world naked, and you'll leave the same way. Ye can't take any o'it with ye?
So what's there t'win? A few dozen years where ye can say ye lived the best damn life ye can live while ye were stuck here? If ye have nothin so what's their t'lose? No one wins life. It's not a game.
Life doesn't give a rats ass about ye. It's the people IN yer life that make it worth livin. It's yer family, yer friends, and the Lord. Those are th'ones that want t'see ye happy, and the other way around. They give ye reasons t'be the best person ye can be at EVERYTHIN' ye be doin.