It’s anecdotal evidence, but I think it still holds value.
Life is a choice. It is YOUR life. Choose consciously, choose wisely, choose honestly. Choose happiness.
Choose a life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers… Choose DSY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit crushing game shows, stucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away in the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself, choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that?
- Irvine Welsh Trainspotting
Honestly fair, you choose your life except each choice is from a small handful of options that you don’t choose and are highly restricted based on a combination of circumstances completely outside your control or because you’re not willing to a be a psychotic asshole.
This doesn’t account for life’s circumstances though. Often, especially in old age, we have no choice but to put up with our circumstances no matter how unhappy they make us feel because other people around us who are not as capable are depending on us. We sometimes sacrifice our happiness, hopes and dreams so that others who are not able can achieve theirs.
“I wish I won more Internet arguments…”
No, you don’t!!
Sucks when you want to express who you are in your true form but you live in a tinpot dictatorship that seeks to outlaw and demonize you for doing so. :/
I suppose I should be happy about figuring this out a few years ago, because I still have time left, but I can’t help feeling regret and loss over all the decades I lost trying to make other people happy. Time for me now.
People who are in hospice aren’t exactly happy. So these five things don’t surprise me.
