YEPITSPAT / Pat Byrnes


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Is it absurd to think that we were meant for more than this? If everybody's wondering through their meaningless lives, what's the point? In the end we all die, in the end we're all forgotten. Should we even bother? What's the point of working paycheck to paycheck scraping by, just trying to make ends meet? Spending our off time coping with living, can we even call that living at all? I'm not naive, I know we can't all leave a DaVinci like mark on the world, it would be insane to think we could, but there has to be something more than this.  We've all become complicit in these constructs that were created for us like cattle to the slaughter, with enough illusion of freedom to have us think we're not. When was the last time you did something you really really wanted to do? I don't mean something stupid like "well, I wanted a donut so I got a donut" I mean something like "I wanted to see all of Route 66 so I did" or "I had the urge to be a musician so I went for it". There are endless examples I could give you, the problem is that very few people are actually at liberty to do those things, most of us have to much to worry about, and. It enough time. We spend most of our lives working to live and yet we never get to live. Even if you had the money would you have the time? Even with both would you still not be able to live life your way? After all it is your life, shouldn't you be able to live it your way? Unfortunately I don't have the answers to any of these quaestions, all I have are doubts on how we live. I know that I wasted almost a decade just trying to make ends meet, thinking that there'd be time for my life to start once I caught up. I thought there'd be time for love and adventure once I was in a stable situation. It's all a lie, the world is nothing but a lie. 

Where do I go from here? Is it too late to start over and try and recapture all I've missed out on? Is that even possible?  

On Life Going into 2018 (aka sorry to get so serious so soon into the new year)

Is this what it feels like with my wings clipped