Thursday, October 19, 2006

Life Living Itself.

I don't want to do things, but life insists that I do. Since when did life become the boss of me? How did I come to be sitting on the bus going somewhere I don't want to go, when I don't want to go there? Why do I get out of bed, when all I want to do is sleep? Is that what life is? Doing things that you don't want to do? Why isn't it possible for me to be sitting on a beach watching the tide come in? If it's my life, then why can't I stay up all night and sleep all day?

Is there an unwritten law that says I must only do the things I want to do, when I've finished doing the things that I don't?