What is life?
How would most people define it? The pursuit of happiness? Motion? Surviving above all else?
That certainly is not how I perceive life.
Life is like a waiting room.
Filled with magazines, posters, and little toys for the children to play with.
Distractions, created to occupy our time and ensure we remain entertained.
Until the Reaper arrives to sweep our souls off to oblivion.
Until the sweet, sweet release of death frees us from the confines of life.
From that sickening waiting room.