Damn man, I've been hella existential lately. Thinking of what's the point of existence, but not in a depressing way but in like an applicable way. Like I get up, go work, save and plan but for what? No matter how much you make or how hard you work yo monkey ass just going to die in the end and that's it. Growing up is strange, man, like sometimes I feel like the nikkas I grew up with who now just be bullshytting and acting like they still in school be getting the most out of life regardless if they're slacking if all a nikka want to do with his life is get high, fukk,play videos games, drink, and go out and he does those things he set out for himself regardless of how feeble those things might appear to be, if he genuinly likes those things and does them every day then he'd be more happier than the nikka whos working, budgeting, time managaing and trying to plan for the future. But than again I know in the long run the nikkas slacking now will be behind but all that time spent working can never be taking back. So that goes back to the statment I made earlier of what's the point. Growing up and getting older is weird.