Life is unfair. It’s arranged idiotically backwards.
Let’s look at things logically. Assume you live 80 years. Seems a nice round number. If you lead a relatively normal, boring life you spend about 1/4 of your life preparing to live life. You go through school, childhood misadventures and the horror of being too young to do anything fun.
Now you’re 21, life is beginning to get interesting. Hopefully you’re getting laid, you’re drinking more beer, you’re having fun. So it makes perfect sense that just as things get entertaining you’ll be expected to spend the next half of your life working. Not having fun. Working five or six days a week, making virtually no impact on anything or anybody and squeezing what living you can into the 28% of the time per week that you’re not working. Which, when you subtract sleep is only about 24% of 50% of your life.
Finally, after a misspent 40 years during which you’ve had to put life on hold to make enough money to live life, you come to the last 1/4 of your life. Freedom. Which, of course, now that you have the experience, money and time to really enjoy you find you haven’t the desire, interest or stamina to do anything with. And, as a great big cherry on top, there are the hovering, malevolent, perpetually, exponentially increasing odds of dropping instantly dead at any moment of any day.
It’s patently unfair, completely wrong-headed and whoever came up with it ought to be hung.
I think I will now go and beat my head against a brick wall until my brains are thoroughly scrambled. I feel sure the brain-scrambled – of which there are many – don’t think of things like this and are perfectly content to live their lives from Budweiser to Budweiser with an invigorating round of wife-beating every so often for kicks.
Oh! How I wish I could convince myself that Budweiser really is the King of Beers. Then I’d be well on my way to complete and blissful ignorance. Secure in the belief that all is as it should be, the Sun revolving around the Earth and the Earth revolving around me.