Monday, 22 September 2014

Wishing Life Away

How long is life? An hour? A day? A century? Who knows?

For some, life will end all too soon. Some of these people will know they're dying, and whether or not this is a good thing just depends on them.


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So, life is precious. It must be. There's so much to do in what could be so little time. And still, I am yet to meet a single person who hasn't wished a part of their life away.

We've all been there- in a place we don't wish to be, with people we hate, doing things we'd rather drown in our own saliva than do. And when we're stuck with the bad breathed, sweaty bloke in the middle of a packed room, we find ourselves staring at the clock, begging that second hand to move just a little faster so that we may make our escapes.

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Some of us wish even bigger chunks of our lives away, hoping that a big event in the next year will hurry up, or that a bad one in the current year will become history. And, whilst we're in these situations, wishing our lives away seems reasonable. I wonder how it seems to a dying person? I doubt it seems reasonable to them.

We could always hold our breath and suffer the rubbish moments. At least they make the good moments more precious. I could drop dead right now. And, as long as I don't know, I feel as though I may have a responsibility to live every moment, including the 'sweaty bloke' ones.

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