GROWING OLD SUCKS AND WHY NOT TO DO IT

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GROWING OLD SUCKS AND  WHY NOT TO DO IT 


The year is 2055. You have just woken up after a heavy night of drinking. Your phone rings, it's the office calling you back again for another day of nothingness. You look out your window. The haze that covers the glass has blurred the world outside but it did not block its noise. You can still hear the buzzing of the dead bees and swirling winds from the CO2 emitted by flying cars. Inside-, you look around you as the room is a complete mess. A fallen pillow, blankets that were last washed god knows when and bottles, tons of bottles with the price tags still attached. The alarm rings again. You get your corporate clothes, your corporate tie and your cooperate shoe. The breakfast is oats and milk made by artificial cows made by cooperate people in a cooperate world. Just before you leave, you check the mirror. Your eyes looks a bit shallow, your lips a bit pale and cheek bones stick out even more. You cannot recognize yourself anymore. You have became someone, someone who isn't you. 

This is why you shouldn't grow old. 

BUT WAIT, HOW THE FUCK CAN I NOT GROW OLD?

TIME IS A CONSTANT TICKING THING, IT MARCHES ON.

 IT MARCHED FROM WORLD WARS TO PANDEMIC TO THE GENOCIDES TO THE RISE OF COMPUTERS TO THE BIRTH OF AI AND WILL INFINITELY MARCH ON UNTIL THE WORLD ENDS AND ALL THAT REMAINS IS TIME  .

IT FLOWS AHEAD, YOU CAN'T FIGHT AGAINST IT, ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID OR SOMETHING? STOP GROWING OLD? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU ON ABOUT?

Before you go on your rant, let me clarify something. No you cannot stop growing old. You cannot always be a child. You cannot always be with your first girlfriend and always wonder why the sky is blue or your science teacher so boring. No you cannot do that. So then, what is this all about? What's the title all about? Why am I writing this and sharing this with you? 

The honest answer is I dont know. I am growing up as well (21 Years old ( feels old af)) and it sucks so I just thought it would be good to write about it and share it with you. I don't know how to not grow old or how to stop time. How to get yourself a doreamon who will take you back to your childhood in his time travelling machine located in your drawer. I don't know. But what I know is, growing old doesn't have to be like this. You can still look around you and be curious. You can be hungover and still be happy. You can have a corporate job that killed your dreams but still be satisfied. I think it all depends on how you see things, how you respond to it. But please don't take my words as an advice, I might just be the worst person in the world to give advices in these topics because if you have read my previous blogs, you will know that I have one of the most flawed decision making abilities a person can humanely have. The only thing that I can be proud of is, I am happy, even with all those flawed decisions and false promises, heart breaks and tears. I am a happy guy. Sometimes. 

Wish you a happy new year and may this be the first blog/rant you read this year so every year when you think about 2024 it is me you think about Haha like the chewing gum that gets attached to your shoe without you ever knowing. I want to stick around you for years, inside your brain like the chewing gum. 

So the year is 2055, you think about 2024 and you remember this blog. It makes you smile and then you start your sad life. 

 

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