Co-incidentally I was thinking this through the other day. I mean, life does look quite prosaic after a while. People do the same things by and large, day in, day out, they follow a set path of marriage, kids, grandkids, retirement, gardening gardening gardening, death! (that Gardening bit courtesy of Dylan Moran, so funny). I had a long spell of travelling and hotels with work, you start to really see it in real time, when you're living like that pre-packaged lifestyle. You can't help but wonder what the bloody hell is going on and what the point of it is. This existential interest is a luxury of modern times, if I was about to be eaten by a bear I'd have more immediate concerns. It used to be a depressing thought, but now for some reason I draw more positive conclusions from it. I mean, we're gonna croak and it is all therefore a bit silly, but nonetheless we are here so we might as well relish our lives and enjoy ourselves!

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