a flutter

did you know that your body starts dying at age 20?

your first twenty years are spent growing, living, evolving into something better. with each year the prototype becomes new, improved. maybe that's why they say these are the best years of our lives. since, you know, we don't necessarily live the rest.

but of course it's all just a blink of an eye. in the eyes of god, a human life is but a flutter in time. a breath of air.

and to think some people squander their entire lives.

teenagers, as young as 11 and 12, committing suicide. people whoring out their bodies to drugs and alchohol, not giving a flying fuck if they ever go home. young, healthy men dying for oil on the other side of the world, so far away from home, all to impress someone's dad. and then there are those who never get the chance to live at all, being the products of abortion, birth defection, or perhaps simply being the 30-year old robot, trolling through each day half awake.


it's tragic that at age 16 i am already counting my hours.