As you get older, the relevance of life grows shorter and shorter. Day by day. It's a very morbid way to see it, yet if you asked your oldest relative this question on honest terms? There will be a realer version of time than we could ever expect. The ones that really try to stick around to present their wisdom, are fecking saints! I mean, it takes some real soul power to see your friends and family die before your eyes; and still be willing to stay around some young-ins that couldn't keep an attention span past their own ass.
Getting old hurts more and more, till you become numb of the loss and feel ready to go. The new is fun and all, but it's never like your first and how hormones played apart of your initial drives. Damn did the trees seem greener, or the tomatoes taste sweeter. We all thrive more when mystery is a foot. The moment you feel you know it all, is the moment you stop allowing growth. And the moment you stop growth, is the moment you decay in mind.
When did we start forgetting about our elderly and wisdom they carry today. I am honestly calling out the newer generation, because I see many younger generations being so skilled in becoming independent and forward to derive their own style, that we forget where we come from. How do you build, when you have no knowledge of your base. I encourage you all to shut the fuck up with excuses and hang out with your grandparents or parents or family figures you deem as your own. Meet with them and just fecking chat... Find out where they come from? When was the last time you asked them of their past? They know your's fucker, don't make it about your life. Be selfless and fucking ask them of theirs. Learn something, Mother Fucker! Learn your family. You waste 1 day jacking off to porn in a week. You have time.
That's right... I called you out... Let's see what ya got! Ok, Ok, Ok... Enough of my passionate rant. That's my 1-minute article... Love ye' all, and hope you all had a great St. Patricks Day. Slainte!