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Parallel Lines

"In the end, we'll all become stories"- Margaret Arwood

I often think of life. I mull over it, again and again until my head hurts. I theorize, rationalize, debate, and then start all over again. But I always end on the same note. It's all going to come down to a definite end. We can't avoid it even if we're highly accomplished, rich, well-educated, or even a great person. This isn't a mystery, everyone is aware of our impending end. And that is exactly what's grating my nerves.

Why do we stress over our life; high school grades, relationships, jobs, etc? When we know that end of the day, it all won't matter. At the end of the day, we won't be here to live forever with the choices we thought were important at a time, and we won't be here to enjoy the fruits of the success we worked so hard to achieve or maintain. But yet we carry on, taking this burden of achieving while knowing that when we cease to exist someone else will enjoy it, not us.

Why does the social norm exist, where you had to have achieved something in order to be considered worthy? Why is it not possible to simply live freely and fully, doing what you truly love without any burdens, and still be considered worthy? Upon discussing these thoughts of mine with my father once, he said that to be able to live freely and fully one needs money, and the only way to get that type of money is by working hard to be accomplished and well-educated. He added that my thoughts were utopian at best and simply too ideal.

And I couldn't agree less.

My thoughts were ideal, and could most definitely be considered utopian. However, while my thinking of how life should go may be incorrect in practice, my perspective on it is unwavering. There is definitely some space for irony here, as I started writing to improve my writing proficiency to help me in school and college. From that, I would use it to get a job. However, do people make these decisions and act the way they do, because they believe in it? Or do they partake in it because they have no other choice?

If say, we were told, that we would die within 2 days. Wouldn't anyone take that time and do everything they love and have always wanted to do?

I agree with my father. I am stating ideals, and possibly childishly arguing about them. Nonetheless, I think my message is clear. At the end of the day, we'll all become stories. Do you want your story to be the same as everyone else's? Or do you want it to be different and make it special by switching it up a bit? As Doctor Who said, "We're all stories in the end, just make it a good one ey?"

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