Idézetek 2

Mrs. Grimes: Do you have your work, George?
George: No.
Mrs. Grimes: Why not?
George: I was depressed.
Mrs. Grimes: Oh, yes? Why was that?
George: Because I realized I'm gonna die one day.
Mrs. Grimes: We're all gonna die one day, George. I don't think that's a reasonable excuse for not completing your trigonometry exercise.
George: Well, I was trying to. I just couldn't shake this awareness of my mortality. Everything seemed meaningless, including the assignment, unfortunately.

Since the dawn of recorded history, something like 110 billion human beings have been born into this world. And not a single one of them made it. There are 6.8 billion people on the planet. Roughly 60 million of them die every year. 60 million people. That comes out to about 160,000 per day. I read this quote once when I was a kid, “We live alone, we die alone. Everything else is just an illusion.” It used to keep me up at night. We all die alone. So, why am I supposed to spend my life working, sweating, struggling For an illusion? Because no amount of friends, no girl, no assignments about conjugating the pluperfect or determining the square root of the hypotenuse is gonna help me avoid my fate. I have better things to do with my time.