On my way home from a party last night, after the music subsided and the wine wore off, I chatted with a friend of mine about life. As you can imagine, such conversations held after midnight are often overly analytical and slightly depresso. I was tired, and the thought of waking up the next day to do the same thing I had done that day, and then continue that for the rest of my life suddenly dawned on me. Life just seems so long doesn’t it? Of course there are great experiences strewn in but at the end of the day, what is the point?
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