[?] (Draft written last year on some random night)

I wonder what it is about 'first times' that make them etched in your memory forever. Everyone remembers their first time of almost everything, be it a bad or an estatic experience. What happens when we think we've run out of firsts?

I wonder if everything in life is really black & white... with some shades of grey. Be born. Get an education. Get a job. Marry. Have kids. Get them an education. Die.

I wonder how many people are actually different from that one-line-life. I know almost everyone likes to say & imply that they are different, that theres more to them than being a glorified reproductive organism. Everyone has to have a role in the world. A title to give them identity. Money, i read in an obscure book, is the honey of humanity. Would, at the the end, my life even merit a plaque on a park bench?