Literature
Why We Live
I look at my life and see the same as I have for years; going to work, going home, sleeping, waking up, and then going to work again. Have I become like trained dogs that salivate at the ring of a bell? Do I really live day in and day out in an endless cycle, where I tell myself every dark morning, ‘Well, back to the old grind’ like I will never progress from where I am now? The better question is, why do I care to wonder about what I’m going to do for the rest of my life if there’s a job like this, where nothing matters as long as I do as I’m told? I guess answering that last question will the answer to all the