A Box Of Cards

I would say that there is a difference between the words "I see." and "I represent." For some, it is small, but it is noticeable to me.
Of course, like most normal-minded people, I imagine my future in pink and in the best light. But I see it differently, nothing I want has to come true.




The future is every second that comes after the last one. What happens in 5 seconds, 30, 90, 15000 seconds? It's not predestined.
You never know what can happen at any second, unfortunately, sometimes thankfully, our body is such a fragile organism that after a while it will disappoint us anyway, and maybe we will turn off the lights forever.




For this reason, I do not plan anything big for the next few days. If I plan, I live in the fear that something may happen that will completely change my plans; illness, family problems, car accident, fight with girlfriend, sports matches, anything at all.
For me, this situation has occurred many times. I had a decision to make. And it was up to me how I did it. I am a free man, and therefore I am free to do as I see fit.




It's unfortunate when you face the law of approval. You want to go somewhere, you've been looking forward to it all week, and suddenly your old uncle calls you and says he needs a ride to the grocery store that day. Again, it's about making a decision. But I wonder - Would it even be the same to live in such a way that everything worked out?




Whoever prefers a monotonous lifestyle, actually, just survives, doesn't live. He's got nothing to fight for, he knows what happened and what is going to happen again.
How does a foolish citizen imagine the future?
A lot of money in the account, a pretty wife at home who overlooks his love affair, a Porsche of the latest type standing in front of the villa, being friends with Bill Gates would also not be enough to live up to "at least" 90 years.




But if I take it from the other side, the money spoils the person, and besides, someone would definitely want to steal it from him, his wife will run off with another man, the villa would carry with it only envy, almost everyone has a fast car, after all, Bill Gates and his Microsoft will fail after a while and I doubt that he would enjoy it here for ninety years or more. Seems to be a big deal, huh?




I think it's much more beautiful to have the money to support my family and me, to appear by my side with a woman who honours and loves me, to live in a house where we lead a harmonious life, a car that will take me anywhere I need to go, go to work that I enjoy, and from which I will bring a pay cheque every month and live as long as my heart serves me. I think more people should have that kind of thinking.




I'm of the opinion that life should be enjoyed as long as possible before the worries come. Even with worries, one can live an exuberant life, but it is no longer the same as without them.
One is only happy until one has something to live for or for someone. As soon as it loses something, the meaning of life disappears with it, it closes itself, and usually, someone has to come to open our eyes, and we reveal the gate to our hearts. If it succeeds, one goes back to the others.




I live primarily for a family that supports me and has never rejected me, no matter how stupid I'm, then for the friends with whom I rejoice in my free time, and also for my hobbies. First, a sport that can fill and entertain me, well, there are times when I am sad about it, but that is part of it.




Even though I'm in my fourth year, I'm still hesitating about my profession. I've enjoyed sports since I was a kid, but that's not going to be the industry where I'm going to make money. My next steps will probably follow at a prestigious university in the field of marketing.




I don't know what the future will be like with me or the surrounding others. I would certainly not like my future fate to be decided by the government. No one and nothing, but we determine who we're going to be. Even though sometimes it seems like we're just floundering from shore to shore, we've chosen that uncertainty.




No one has the right to tell us that if we don't drink what they drink, we're not in. Every man is "in" in the world in which he lives. Life is like a box of cards; a little thing happens, and it all comes apart.

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A Box Of Cards

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