What Am I Here For?

"Life would be infinitely happier if we could only be born at the age of eighty and gradually approach eighteen." -- Mark Twain

Recently I came across this quote from Mark Twain and was quite amused.  What if I could live life in reverse, taking all those years of accumulated wisdom and applying it appropriately.  How much easier life would be!  Life would work out so much better.  Hell, I might actually be able to make of this life what I originally wanted for it.  I am very well aware of what people tell me on a daily basis, and this is how intelligent I am and along with the skills and abilities I possess.  Well, I'm sick and tired of hearing how full of potential I am.  I want to do something with the very gifts God has bestowed upon me.  All these gifts come to nothing if I don't ever use them or at least have the opportunity to do so.  The concluding decision is 'potential' is a meaningless word used to make people feel good about themselves for the short-term.  This life owes me nothing, so I'm certainly not looking for or expecting a handout.  Equality of opportunity, not equality of outcome, would be nice.  However, what I have grown tired of is continually getting beat down to the point I no longer give a damn.  How sad!  Some of you, rightfully so, may say I have given up on life.  You are not too far from the truth.  On this journey of life I am now simply wishing it would leave me alone to exist in peace.

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