When the truth you were told turn out to be lies and all the hope within you dies. Then what?
And at these times he wondered what this was. Experiences like pennies. Take what you can until you arrive. Is there an answer? Should he try to be more happy? More content? How?
Do more? Buy more? Love more? And what is more. It’s just a little extra. And then you end up where you started. Running in circles.
You can smile from the sidelines, watching the seemingly absurd human condition unfolding as your own life. But you’re tempted to get in, thinking there might be more, you run the same old circles.
Maybe life isn’t for everyone. Or maybe he should just light another cigarette and smoke it and then get back to his cubicle.