A few incidents involving rude people and people with poor attitudes, specifically those of the younger generation, left me leaving work today feeling really disappointed and downcast.
And the whole “what am I doing this for” cycle starts again.
If we indeed have free will, then why are so many circumstances not within our control?
If time is really ours, then why are we constantly rushing against it, in a bid to outwit that which we cannot grasp?
If this life was really meant for the ultimate goal (open to personal interpretations of respective readers),
Then why are we spending so much time, doing so much that takes us further and further from it?