I got a comment from a person who has a pretty innocuous calling,
but it’s from what in Ireland we call a gobshite.
The comment goes as, “Cheers, mate. I’m getting smashed tonight. Sure, I’ll die 15 years before you will. But just consider the quality of life in your last 15 years compared to my party lifestyle with women, drugs and bills. I win easily.”
It makes me laugh because that is exactly the way I used to think. I used to think I don’t care. It’s that black hole where everything else is sucked in. And the only thing that matters anymore is the lifestyle that you live in the instant gratification.