04-19-2009, 11:32 AM
It's called growing up.
As a child things seem hopeful, magic bunnies and fat man who break into houses and leave gifts exist. But as you grow up it slowly burns away and you realize the reality that everything is chance occurrences and there are no such things as miracles and magic.
All those new things become old hat and you see them repeated over, and over again until you realize you've already done that, seen that, and read it a bajillion times.
You look at children and teenagers and you realize how simple they think, and how ridiculous their expectations are and wish you could go back to thinking like that but you can't which in itself is depressing so you reminisce and try to escape the reality that you're a meat robot with the illusion of a soul.
In the end.
Bad things happen for no reason, magic doesn't exist, and when you die nothing happens except that you die.
Getting old sucks.
:D
As a child things seem hopeful, magic bunnies and fat man who break into houses and leave gifts exist. But as you grow up it slowly burns away and you realize the reality that everything is chance occurrences and there are no such things as miracles and magic.
All those new things become old hat and you see them repeated over, and over again until you realize you've already done that, seen that, and read it a bajillion times.
You look at children and teenagers and you realize how simple they think, and how ridiculous their expectations are and wish you could go back to thinking like that but you can't which in itself is depressing so you reminisce and try to escape the reality that you're a meat robot with the illusion of a soul.
In the end.
Bad things happen for no reason, magic doesn't exist, and when you die nothing happens except that you die.
Getting old sucks.
:D