We're born. We go to school. We go to university. We're poor students. We get a job. We work long hours just so we can live in comfort. We retire. We become poor pensioners who can't afford to live in comfort. We become old and weak. We die. Friends come and go. Emotions fluctuate. Up and down. Up and down.

I've been thinking about that a lot lately. All you can do is enjoy your life. Sometimes you can. Sometimes you can't. I can't at the moment. When I'm stoned and with my friends I feel calm. I feel at peace. But that other feeling, the feeling of pointlessness, doesn't go away.