Life really is...

When we are born we are immediately tossed into the system. A system we call life.Our parents, (whether good or bad) are convinced of this system because they are living it. So they do their best to make us prepared for it. They teach us before we even go to school the become the slave of the next generation.

Then we go to a boot camp called school, where we are told what to do, what to learn and how to do and learn these things. Get there on time, cannot leave until it is time, lunch is this time. Don't talk now, listen now, don't fail the system now. It is slave workforce training. Then there are the ones that really buy into the system with peer pressure, you are wearing the wrong clothes, your parents have the wrong car, you have the wrong pencils and paper, Number 2 pencils and white line paper.

All this to work our best parts of our lives away, to retire at about the time we start losing our hopes dreams our minds and our health. Shuffled away to the home for the old, still being told when things are done. With children and families that cannot visit us, because they are too busy themselves being slaves to the system that we trained them to be in. At that point they are training our grandchildren to do the same, right as we take our last breath.