Inward, upward, over and under until we find a reason to care.

The days that last the longest and never seem to end are the days when you start to wonder whether it would have all been easier had you never been born.  Human life can be extremely fulfilling but it can also be extremely disappointed, extremely sad, extremely dull and extremely unrewarding.  So why are we here?  Why do we wake up in the morning?  Why do we push ourselves to achieve goals that only matter to ourselves and don’t come close to affecting even 0.001% of the population?  Because we have the most powerful bits of pink matter in our heads.  The most sophisticated engine you will ever come across.  Some days it makes me smile so broadly that I can think, act, smell, see, touch, hold, kiss and love that I cry tears of overwhelming joy.  Other days it makes me so desperately unhappy that I wish that I hadn’t been blessed with this life as it is too damn fucking hard.  Let’s face it.  Life is fucking hard.  And it’s frustrating.  And it makes me cry and lament and pray for a simpler solution.  So again, why are we here?  I don’t know… because it’s fucking life and we have to deal with it I suppose.

Life is the utter struggle to open your eyes, appreciate your surroundings, scratch your nether region, remove the warm security blanket just to get up for another day at a shitty 9-5 job where you hate the people you work with and hate the people you work for even more.

Life is waking up early to find that some pesky kids have broken into your car and stolen your wallet and phone.

Life is seeing the person you love laughing at someone else’s jokes, seeing a movie with them, kissing them in the moonlight, holding their hand, meeting their family, walking their dog and loving them far too much.

Life is breathing every waking moment until you finally reach the point where you just can’t get another breath out of your battered lungs.  Just one more cigarette you ask.

Life is not enjoying a night out with your friends without alcohol anymore.  To not enjoy the joy of festivities because every random stranger around you is so caught up in attempting to intimidate, aggravate and isolate every soul that comes their way.

Life is about dealing with rejection, whether it be employment, friendship, book deals, peace deals, bank offers, societal trends and of course, love.

Life is about not having enough time to call your own mother but watching every single episode of a scripted, fake, petty reality TV show starring people who may or may not be playing themselves.

Life is about living a lie for one reason or another.

Life is about peer pressure.  When it comes to drugs, alcohol, sex, thought, behaviour.

Life is about banked up traffic, cold coffee, sweaty Mondays, unhappy kids, flat tyres on Friday, warm beers, unhappy marriages, blown lights, dead flowers, unhappy families.

Life is about unmitigated natural disasters, politicians pointing fingers, media falsities and ridiculous priorities and token gestures.

Life is about people who are prepared to go further than a token gesture and those who are not.   Those who are satisfied with just an apology, just a few empty words, just a broken promise, just a half-hearted treaty, just a kiss on the cheek and those who love hard, live hard and die hard.  (Not in a Bruce Willis way).

Life is about anxiety attacks, depression, a mind that plays tricks on us and denies us the ability to be free in thought without the common occurrence of our impending doom and a compounding grief.

Life is about fear, hate and exclusion.

Life is about a label.

Life is about race, gender, sexuality, religion, ethnicity, school, university, job, footy team.

Life is about convenience, just getting by, being part of the system, not stepping out of line, bureaucratic bullshit, mainstream news channels, KFC ads starring some flogs from a washed up band, powerful franchises, unadventurous consumers and overpaid advertising gurus.

Life is about an end sometimes before it has even really started. One that is unjust for a man or a woman who has given his all for a certain cause or too painless for one who has caused more anguish than is recordable.

Life is brutal.

Life is upsetting.

Life is unfair.

Life is lonely.

Life is unfulfilling.

Life is boring.

Life is quite frankly, fucking hard and sometimes it just doesn’t seem worth it.

But then again, you can look at life from another angle.

Life is about the morning shower.  The heat swelling from the ground.  The innocuous wave to a stranger walking your way and a rye smile.

Life is about laying eyes on someone who you are attracted to and the feeling reciprocated.

Life is about your first sexual experience. And your second.  And no matter how frequently or infrequently it happens after that it still feels like Christmas.

Life is about following the same team as a friend, family member or friendly stranger.  Or the same sport.  Or reading the same book.  Or drinking the same type of beer.

Life is about custom.  Shaking hands, kissing cheeks, laughing at each other’s jokes, listening to each other’s music, hearing other people talk about contentious issues even if they don’t agree with them and sharing your own opinion.

Life is about multiculturalism. Food, drink, dancing, smells, networks, television shows, role models and flags coming together as one.

Life is about music that excites your senses.  Movies that make you cry, people who inspire you, writers who you long to meet, firefighters who risk their lives, astronauts who float into space and human advances that make you proud to be part of the entire race.

Life is about freedom.  Of choice, of religion, of sexuality, of speech, of love, of relationship status, of coffee style, of reading material, of friends.

Life is about hugging these friends and letting them know how much they mean to you.

Life is about seeing your kids grow up into fine young citizens with a secure job, a dream and a person they love just as much as you did when you were young.

Life is about farewelling the people close to you in a respectful, moving and beautiful way no matter how their life came to an end.

Life is about tears, pain, broken friendships, injury, illness, war and death if only to remind you that love is the only fucking way we can survive together.

Life is about an end.  With your family by your bedside and as the tears of realisation subside you remember all the hard work, all the sacrifices, all the pain you went through and know that it was all worth it.

Life is a game but so is baseball.  It’s all about how you adapt to a game that we were never taught to play by one rulebook, one coach, one instructional DVD. That doesn’t mean we can’t find a way to deal it.

Life is fucking hard.  Life is fleeting.  Life is too short on some days, too long on others and you can’t remain 21 your whole life.  Challenge yourself.  And call your mother/father/best friend/uncle/budgie every now and then.

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