Watching the world is a part of being a writer.
Of course, one could say that it has always been a part of my personality, and one of the many things that make me naturally inclined towards this profession.
And when I do watch people, do you know what I see?
I see people leading empty lives…
Of course, not all people, and of course, not entirely empty, but the theme is clear and tangible.
It does not surprise me, to be honest. When people spend their lives doing things they do not enjoy, and not doing things they do enjoy, there will be consequences.
Everyone seems to have these holes, and they keep trying to fill them with whatever they can find.
This is why they have to go out every weekend. This is why they have to go on trips every long weekend. This is why they have to party and get drunk every chance they get.
Now, there is nothing wrong with living your life to the fullest. However, this compulsion to find an escape from the emptiness… This is hardly living. Sounds more like running away from your life.
To be honest, it is quite tragic.
And all this for what? Some money? In the end, they don’t even make that much more than I do.
It seems silly to someone like me, but hey, I’m not known for being pragmatic, anyway…
Now, I am sure there must be someone looking at my life and thinking something similar.
“He does not have a job. He stays at home all day. Avoids people. Rarely goes out. Seldom parties. Never gets drunk. Such a sad life.”
Well, all I would like to say is that my life is full of things that I want and that matter to me.
In the end, that is enough for me.