Life

Life is just a horrible game we all play until we reach the end, some of us loose and some of us win. Some of us cheer as we win and speed round the board, some of us pray for it just to be over as we struggle to make it to our next turn. Its not the winners fault they have better luck, get given more opportunities or were born into a winner’s family. Just because you were born a winner doesn’t mean you will always be a winner and vice versa.

This is just how society is, it’s how it’s always been. Rich and poor, winners and losers. We are all on the same journey to the same ending. You are supposed to decided what happened in between, but I’ve realised that you can work as hard as possible to change your journey, better your life, but it doesn’t always work out how you want.

It’s just the way of it, you can work as much or as hard as you can but at the end of the day what are we really doing it for. Just to earn some money for things that wont even matter when your gone. You can work all your days just to be able to have that perfect house, that dream car, all the best life has to offer but what happens when your gone. You have no use for all these things, you work all the hours almost killing yourself just to be able to live in this world and for what?

Why do we need sleep? When we are just going to die anyways, and we can rest then. Why do we need food? When we are going to be turned to ash or put in the ground to become bug food. Why do we need clothes? They aren’t going to matter one day and all we do is grown and change meaning we have to then buy more. Why do we need money? To survive in this unfair world, to pay for things that wont even matter one day.

I struggle to leave the house just because of my anxiety. People tell me I need to get better because staying in all the time is no way to live. But going out into this unsafe, unsanitary world is a way to live, working till you are on your death bed is a way to live. Living in fear of loosing family, friends, homes, jobs, now that sounds like a great way to live. Either way I’m still stressed about the same things. And if this is no way to live why were brains made this way to allow for things like mental health illnesses. It’s all just some big cosmic joke.

You grow up for this tiny, innocent little child with a head full of dreams and a heart full of love. We dream about how amazing this big world is and how we can’t wait to grow up and do adult things and explore this planet. Until one day when they rip that band aid off and reveals the ugly truth about this whole planet.

We have the audacity to be exploring possibilities of living on other planets, it’s like restarting the game after you’ve completely messed up. Another planet isn’t going to fix everything that is wrong because it will still be the same people, the same society. We say we are trying to stop pollution; global warming and we should recycle more. But then we realise how much har work that actually involves so we end up doing nothing. They say we learn from our mistakes and others mistakes but we really haven’t at all.