Dear Life,
I don’t really get this whole life thing. We’re born, go to school, try to succeed through sometimes strange forms of education (trig? 18th cent literature?), spend thousands of dollars to get a piece of paper saying we’re qualified, get a job, work approx 30 years, die. What is the purpose? Is it to succeed? Even though some people think living is succeeding? Is it to love? To learn something? To be happy? Create something? Create change? All of the above? I think I’ll just go with that.
