Imperfections

Meaninglessness of life

Sometimes I wonder. What the point of life is, we get born, we work, and we die basically like that. From we're just old enough to get curious about the world and adventures, we get put in institution, or the so called schools. For 9-10 years of our lives we get locked up 5-8 hours a day, 5 days a week. What kinda life is that? We could be playing with our friends, exploring the world, experiencing everything on first hand, instead of reading about it in heavy dusty books. I mean really, it's no life.

After those years of stress and school work, minimalistic free time, in these years, where we're supposed to grow from children to young adults. Even though we never got to experience the real world. After those traumatising years in high school, struggling through every single day, always telling yourself. Soon it'll all be over. This cannot be trusted.

After high school you go directly to another school, other rules and exceptions, but same concept , you're stuck. Trapped inside these doors, In a place you really don't wanna be and never wanted to. We tell ourselves, we just need to finish educating and we can get a job and kids and dog and a Volvo. Illusion all of it.

Adult life ain't no piece of cake, economic problems, work - day in and day out, laundry, cleaning, cooking, no sex life, crying babies, grumpy teenagers, like it wasn't complicated enough already. Plus your body is changing, and you're no longer hot and sexy. There's bills to pay, and suddenly you have to stand on your own two feet. It's definitely not a smooth ride.

You tell yourself, when the kids move out, life will be peaceful again. Nope. Or well yea, you get to sit at home knitting socks for your grandchildren. Cause everyone is busy doing everything else than keeping you company. You might have gotten divorced, another wonderful side effect of life, and you're to old and too loose to have the confidence to go search out another guy. Besides who wants to see their 60-70 year old grandma dating. Answer is no one. Might be cute and all, but not really.

As time passes your friends passes away, your life companion might die, and you'll be alone with a broken heart, maybe disabled till the point where you have to wheel yourself around. And go to an elder home, cause you can't change your own diaper. We get born helpless, and die helpless. Evolution of life.

With This life as my future, life seems worthless at times. We keep waiting for the next stage of life, and when it as expected comes no where near your expectations, you put up a new aim.
What's the meaning of that? Living these kinda lives. I know it's all about the small things that makes our face crack in a smile, but common, look at the big picture. It's miserable.