Journal Entry 8

Thursday, October 29^th 2009

Sometimes I feel as though life is a mean joke. You may have a hundred ways you want to live it but since you only have one life, you can’t live your life in all one hundred ways. Even if you have a hundred years to live, an age most people are not able to live up to, you can’t possibly do all one hundred things you aspire to be; it’s an average of one lifestyle per year. You may want to be a graphic designer, a writer, a photographer, a traveler, a game designer, a tattoo artist or a filmmaker but due to only having one life, you can’t do it all.

Many a times, we have heard about stories of people who dreamt of being an architect, for example, and yet, they ended up being an office clerk at some unknown company. It makes you think that life is a mean joke. A lifetime is almost gone and nothing you have done in it is really what you wanted. Well, its cruel reality, my friend. Sometimes, to survive in this world, we have to abandon our little dreams and do things we are not interested in. Of course, there are always the exception here and there of people who were able to survive working as what they had always dreamed of being but these lucky ones are few by the number and most people are better off being told to forget about their dreams and ambitions.

Yes, I know I sound really bitter now for no apparent reasons. I have no complaints about my life; it’s been a hell of a ride on board the rollercoaster tracks named ‘Life’. It’s just me and my thoughts… or maybe it’s just the morning grumpiness.