Deciding not to bother.

I think to myself, "why bother" every day. If you break it down, it seems so ridiculous why we travel far from our family and our home to spend 8 hours every day with a bunch of strangers. That we, as a people, give stupid pieces of paper (money) such value. We never take time to enjoy life like when we were children and "didn't know any better". We live our lives, wishing the time away that we spend at work. We spend 8 hours of our day sleeping, 8 hours at work; that only leaves about 1/3 of our life actually to do things that matter to us (although, most that THAT time is spent getting ready for work, or getting ready for bed anyway)

Sometimes I wonder if we are not the stupidest life form on this planet.

Jam it back in, in the dark.