It's a cold as I smoke a cigarette and try to stand still as the world keeps on beating around me like a drum from past civilizations. On dark, quiet nights like this you begin to ponder about life, and reason, and purpose, and other pointless, self-righteous bullshit philosophical questions, that will never be answered or even matter in the end. But, what's the use in this pessimism? You're here and might as well make the best of it. So you go on with work, and you make money, and you have fun, and you try to make time for life, and friends, and this is what life is about. Don't worry, don't stress, try not to let people piss you off too much, but don't let things slide too easily. Its fun while it lasts and it's terrible at times, but you keep on moving with the flow, and that's all that matters.