Thursday, April 5, 2012

Stomach ache

So life is passing by this way : you born, you dead, and in between, you have stomach ache. To live is to have stomach ache, all the time : at 15 years old, stomach ache because you're in love ; at 25, because you're anxious about the future ; at 35 because you're drinking ; at 45 because you're working too much ; at 55 because you're not in love anymore ; at 65 because you're anxious about the past ; at 75 because you have cancer. In the intervals, you only obeyed your parents, then teachers, then bosses, then boyfriends-girlfriends-husbands-wives-dogs-horses (choose the one for you) and finally doctors. Sometimes you thought well that all of them were making fun at you but It was already too late and then one day, one of them tells you you're gonna die and so, under the rain, we store you in a box made of wood, under the mud of a cimetery. Death makes us apart. It's not sad, It just is.

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