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Just a Rant

It's interesting, isn't it? The way the world works and everything. I mean, you get up every morning and prepare yourself for the day ahead. Work versus school, ones individual preparations versus family preparations. You go through the day, come home and eat, maybe clean and do some laundry. Finally, you get ready for bed, and await the sharp shrill of your alarm in eight hours time - if you are lucky enough to sleep for that long.

Is this what life is? The same thing five to seven days a week, for the span of one's lifetime? Preschool: one to two years. Elementary school:about ten years. High school: four or five years. Post secondary: three to eight years. Career: undisclosed number of years. Working and learning and studying accounts for 18 years of our lifespan, easily. Reality is, for most of us, we don't really get an opportunity to live life the way we want to. I used to think maybe the only true chance was before one hit the age of three, but one is still learning even then. Truth be told, many of us won't have the funds to retire at an early age, and for those of us that do, health can easily get in the way of us doing what we want to do.

Money. Way too much hype about that coloured paper if you ask me. Why not just trade or something? Why should one job pay higher than the other? Those that collect garbage off of our streets are just as important as lawyers. So why the need for money? It segregates and divides. It also appears to frequently be an underlying factor to stereotypes and standards one has in life or about life. It tends to cause tension in households. When did we become so materialistic? Christmas over the years has changed- the entire meaning has changed. There is much more focus on money and gifts at Christmas than there used to be. At least that is what I think.

Things have changed, and sometimes I wonder - is it really for the better of society?

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