Farewell, Life, I wish I knew you well.
At birth, everyone is presented with one life to do with as they please. I’m holding onto mine for a rainy day. A rainy day that will most likely never come. I just sat here looking through a magazine full of pictures…beautiful destinations that I will never see. The majority of my existence (I can’t call it a life, because it really isn’t one) seems to be spent staring at 4 gray walls and the glow from a computer monitor. I only have the monotonous hum of the air conditioner to keep me company. The large clock on the wall is looked at more than the files and documents that cover my workspace. What kind of existence is this? There are no do-overs. This is it. This is all I have to look forward to. But, all is not lost…I get to do it again tomorrow!
What a depressing thought.