Two Pills

It’s like that movie, The Matrix - I see myself in uncomfortable office chairs, unaware of how unhappy it is to plug pointless Excel equations into equally pointless Excel spreadsheets, my life being deleted one backspace key at a time, one minute at a time.

It’s funny, how little we realize how trapped we are as adults. Here we thought childhood was the time to be talked down to, told to do things we didn’t want to do. But adulthood is more of the same, just with the tax man tapping his thumb and people rejecting you because you’re not as pretty as you could be, when you were promised appearances don’t matter when you’re older.

I fear a pointless life.

Recently, I stared at that Excel spreadsheet and decided to move to San Diego. It’s time to make my life worth living. Adult life is exactly the opposite of when you’re a kid on Christmas, and you know exactly what you want to see under that tree: as an adult, it’s harder to know what exactly it is you want. And no one is presenting it to you, wrapped in fancy paper.

All I know is, life is not in a Microsoft program. It’s not programmed into equations that will come out with clean results. It’s up to you, in life, to make decisions that will hopefully compute into something worthwhile.

There are two pills to swallow, one red, one blue. And now it’s your turn to pick which one is the life worth living.