Home At Last

The work day is over at last. Home to a nice drink and some relaxation. It is incredible to me that all life seems to be is a series of "duties" you must perform in order to get money to live on. As I once heard in a Kinks song "all life we work and work is a bore, if life's for living what's living for?". This has always stuck in my mind and I wonder the same thing. Why are we here? If all we do is work and, for the most part, do things we don't enjoy doing, why are we here to begin with?