I’ve been accused of not taking my future seriously enough.
Indeed, it’s been said by those dearest to me that I live too much in the moment, too much for fleeting pleasure. People point out that, should I continue along this path, I’ll never “get anywhere” in life.
Not sure where I should “get”, I like life well enough.
Still, out of respect I’ll attempt, starting now, to take a longer view of things.
In one hundred years, we will all be dead.
In two hundred, forgotten.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to meet friends at a pub…