We make plans ahead of time, and then we get fucked in the arse when something or someone comes along and puts everything out of sync. Why do we keep doing it then? Why do we assume we know whats going to happen tomorrow and thus attempt to sort out our lives accordingly?
Bullshit. Nothings a given here in this world, except the ever looming certainty of death. Thats the only thing you can rely on happening, but even this sole definite is not prompt on giving us a time and date. So we are back to square one.
Do we make choices and go take that new job abroad or do we stay here and hope for a lucky break? Do we trust no one and live in loneliness? Do we set the ones we love free and beg them to fly saying its alright now.. go.. fly free.. i'll be ok? or tell them the truth that without them life would be hell and the torture of not being together is just too much to bear?
The lives we live depend on the choices we make and choices we make forge the lives we will lead.
The good guy will always finish last of the pack.
Fucked up, sad but true.
Figure it out another way... and give me a call.
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