Eventually life just becomes about waking up every morning. It becomes not about money, love or reproduction. Just waking up day after day after day... then worrying about not waking up one day. What other way would we live if we had the chance ? Ive no idea. I feel like ive woken up half way along a train journey to a destination I never wanted to set off for. Then there is tomorrow and a thousand days after that to come. Seasons will change ect. Maybe I could go back to the start again when I didn't realise this plodding on would be so mechanical. Summer will come and mask everything delivering all its distractions. Only Winter reveals the truth...