Irreverence

Life is hard. It's full of choices that decide our fate. Forever altering our destiny. So than how do you decide what to do? How do you make a split second decision that cuts you off from every other path you could take? Just thinking about it could be enough to paralyze you. Overwhelm you to the point of indecision, leaving you trapped in time as the rest of the world passes you by. Forgets you, as if you ever existed in the first place.

Life is cruel. It asks us to make impossible choices, while being unforgiving with our missteps. The longer you live, the more evident it becomes that it is all a game you can't win. A game that moves the goal post every time you think you are closing in on victory.

​So than what is the point? Why do we play? Because what other choice do we have? To do otherwise would only lead to our own demise. A fate worse than death. Irreverence.