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becoming an adult has made dying more appealing
To preface, in more ways than one, I do feel accomplished in the way I have lived. For I have lived, traveled, and loved. I do look towards better days.
But come adulthood, life has rung me dry of all my childish aspirations and dreams that once gave me life. Ultimately leaving me with the inclination that I am already done. I may have lost it along the way or perhaps those visions have become jaded and mature with time.
But the mere fact that I am still here and breathing must mean something. A testament of sorts. So, I take it that there is still more ahead of me.
Guaranteed a human life of 70 or so years, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t dread it — the human experience.
I am still young and have yet to appreciate the beauty of old age. But I am subject to change, but currently, my mind isn’t there right now.
Worried about the economy and our world markets. Many of us will likely fail reaching the security of our parents and those who came before us.
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I don’t know. These dumb ramblings have evolved into some preachy rant about how life is ‘oh, so hard.’ But I can’t be bothered right now.
Onward, to a new day I suppose.
