View from the morning after.

Woaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...I was just reading through some old shit I wrote a few months ago, and I found something pretty interesting. Yes, I think that's the first time I've ever used that word on this blog.

I don't believe in interest. There are no "interesting" things, just things. And then you decide, out of your lurid human heart, whether you give two halves of a fuck or not.

Anyway, back to the subject.
I read this old text and realised how ridiculously out of date it was and how childish I was.
Here it is:

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My life is about to hit a wall.
A very tall wall some might say.
But it's very thin. And only a few people can see that.

I don't know how it's gonna pan out. I sometimes get the impression that the youth of the nation is processed and conditioned to the extent where identity is erased. They get us going through different phases and strike us with different emotions.

Then you've got your parents behind you saying they're designed to prepare you for life. Bullshit. I've never met anyone who found what they were expecting on the other side of a wall.

But then life wouldn't be fun wouldn't it?

It's just that idea of adrenaline sprinting through our life-abiding veins.
Knowing that complete security is a long way down the line.
Knowing that other people's lives are much better than mine.

Not knowing what is on the other side of the wall.

I know my friends won't react to this upcoming wall in the same way. They'll all use their different techniques and tricks. Just like all humans do in any sort of challenging situation.

No matter how much some of us will try to avoid it, we'll all end up on the other side. Whether there of our own accord, lured or forced, we'll all be moving along. Because the wheels of the bus go round and round. They will never stop.
The bus will drag you along no matter what you try. The only way off the bus is suicide.

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I don't think it's over. But this is all that was left, I don't think I had time to finish it, because I then hit that "wall".

Now, in all my current perplexity, I cannot believe I judged the situation that way. I was so fucking wrong.
Well, right now, with the wisdom I've acquired since that day, I can honestly say that it was no big deal. The other side was the same. The grass was not greener. It was as yellow as all the grass I've ever lied in.

The "wall" was in fact just a fucking pavement.