Life…is like an Arcade Game repeated over and over again, with different themes and different ways of playing but ALWAYS with the same rules. At least within the place and time your self is living in. Your score is always increasing with experience and suffering. The suffer…which is always worth it.
You know, experience can be of all my kinds, and from my experience, it is not always connected to age. It is just how full your life is, full of real things not just full of trivial going outs with friends and shopping and other things from the same category. It is how many types of people you deal with. You realize how people can be so like each other in many ways. How can the society be a homogenous liquid with a few bubbles in it representing the exceptions which we see once a year manifested in a sign of kindness, a sign of pure feeling, a sign of innocence which gives you a hope that life is still something availabe and suitable to live in.
Life can be so tough, with people faking smiles at you, people faking good feelings to use you after that, with people want you to die to inherit. With all this media which displays all the corruped ways to do facilitate your living as something nice, trying to make it socially acceptable which is the most enemy of human being when associated with bad habits like smoking for example. The problem is that good humans who are still not affected by these destroyers, or bad humans who want to be good, self-respected humans again, must cope with these detroriorating factors. You must have a star-wars defence system inside your soul to maintain your internal stability. You internal flexibility enables you to prevent suicidal thoughts from dominating your mind, from the fear of the future, from the fear of the unknown, from the natural human fear usuall filling anyone of us.
The experience is usually intensified by living alone, you know your real self by living completely alone for a while. You don’t have to be financially independent. You know like being in a boarding school, moving to study at a distance university. Or even if you have no family members and trying to cope with living alone. You face your exposed self, your fears, your inner emotions. All your self is exposed in a non-material mirror of your own. This is the ultimate experience I’ve ever felt in my whole short life.
Other people boost that they have more experience that me just because their age is just a bit longer than mine. I don’t boast that I’m the wise man, but experience is never by age. Experience is something acquired by being exposed and how to see others exposed and dealing with this awful fact…