"The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A Death! What's that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you're too young, you get a gold watch, you go to work. You work forty years until your young enugh to enjoy your retirement. You do drugs, alcohol, you party, you get ready for high school. You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play,you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back into the womb, you spend your last nine months floating..............and you finish off as an orgasm." -George Carlin
Carlin has got it right.
What are we saving for? (or in my case attempting to save for?) A house? Your own kids? So that when your 75 you don't have to worry about anything? Seriously....I'm asking you. I'm assuming most save for the comfort that a lot of money will give them. Less overall stress in the long run I suppose?
I question this system thats in place...(but if you're still reading this blog then you probably already know this)
Answer me this question, which relative or friend's relative are you more interested in hearing about? The one who worked for Sears for 45 years, build a nice little nest egg, has a nice house in the same neighborhood he grew up in and just celebrated his 55 anniversary with the one women he has ever been with? Or do you want to hear about your wild great uncle, the one who took a motorcycle across America, the one who was always the life of the party, the one who made you drink a beer when your were 10, the one who did some things that are best left unsaid .... he's probably the one who is on his 4th or 5th wife...
The next question is...who cares about either one? Are we living for other people or what they may think of us?
I guess I'm just saying that there is nothing wrong with living life on the straight and narrow. This is how people are told to live and it has been done this way forever. It works. It's a cold steel machine that says if you bust your ass and do what your told, you will die in peace.
I just wonder if the human body was built to just trudge to work everyday... to marry and be with one person... to see the same, day in and day out...
Maybe there's a reason why the people on the fringes of society, the artists, the "free-spirits", and the job journeymen are the poorest people. They couldn't handle the grind and wanted something different. The everyday struggle will never really leave them.
I'm not sure where this post was heading and I don't really have some moral or grand theme to end it either. I just have an idea that my life is not exactly heading down the well worn path and while that could change at a moments notice, I pray it doesn't. Not having a plan and not knowing what's next is kind of nice.