Death can come at any time. Fact.
So technically, living for tomorrow and planning for the future is a gamble; you’re gambling todays potential for the chance of additional happiness in the long run. But what if the long run is shorter than you expect?
If you spend today doing some shitty job that you don’t enjoy for wages that you won’t see until next week or month, then what if you die before you get paid? Your wasting invaluable and irreplaceable time on something you don’t want to.
My perception is this; fuck conforming.
My life will be frowned upon; by many people. People will judge me on the fact that I’m freeloading, living off the country. Call me a sponger; dole dosser; bum. Irony is, it’s only envy that inspires this reaction; people who wish they had the balls to look society and stereotypes in the face and say, fuck you.
That’s what I’m doing; and guess what? I’m fucking happy.
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