Every night at work I say goodnight to the residents as they leave the dining room. Sometimes I'll tell them see you tomorrow, of witch they often reply, 'hopefully' This gets me thinking every time. That could be it. There is a possibility that one of us wont be there tomorrow. And this of course brings me to the whole 'live every day like it's your last' thing. But I really don't see any way this could work, because if this was truly my last day here, I sure as hell would not be going to school to do the same things I do every other day. There is just so much more out there. So how do you live every day like it's your last, when in reality your living every day like the one before, and the one before that. Sure they all have slight change of schedule but they really are all the same. This of course brings me right back to where I am stuck. Why am I going to school next year to do the same thing I have been doing since I was five years old walking into Mrs. Cooks kindergarten class. I realize this is of course what we are supposed to be doing, going to school and getting a job. But who decided this is the option you must take to have a good life.
writing from my worst enemy; my mind before bed.
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