A reflection on my life and society as i see it.
I have come to question many things in my life as of late. Is there really a purpose to life at all? Even those who seem significant now will be forever lost in the pages of history in the years that follow, so why even bother?
It seems that every day i get up, put on the ugly, blue uniform the defines me in society and sit through hours of the meaningless garbage that others seem to want to ram down my neck every torturous minute i am there. And to top it all off, because of my current standing in the eyes of those 'above' me, i have no choice in the matter. The uniform i am provided leaves