Let me wax philosophical with you for a minute. I've had a lot going on this summer, and it's given me time to think about things. It all starts off with two men:
The first man, we'll call him Trent. He's an older man, in his early to mid fifties. He's no rocket surgeon, but he's smart. However, he's not without his flaws. He's never really held a job for more than six months, and the jobs he does hold are things such as fast food cashier, or stock boy at the local grocer. Reason he's never held a job for long is because he tends to party hard. As a young man, he was into pot and coke and getting completely smashed every chance he got. As he grew older, he dropped the heavier things, but still drinks and smokes pot. He's never lived on his own for very long, but instead has had to live with various friends and family members [whom he has driven crazy, thanks to his partying and job habits]. No car, no kids, no property. Pretty much, when the man dies, he's gone--there's nothing there to really carry on his name.
The second man, we'll call Ross, is almost a polar opposite. Always worked very hard [except in school], but he picked up a trade early in his life. He's been doing landscaping since he was 16, and now is in his late forties to early fifties. Good as he is, he's never actually owned his own landscaping business, but has always been pretty high up on the ladder. He's got his own house, three kids, a car, and is generally financially secure. However, due to his nature, he's not developed his social skills, and because of that, he has few friends. He's never been much of a party kinda guy. All he knows is to work hard to pay the bills, and to support his family, whom he loves very much.
By chance, Ross needs to do some paperwork at the office, and his car needs some engine work. He hops on the bus, and gets a seat right next to Trent, who reeks of Budweiser and nicotine. The smell nauseates Ross, so he gets up to move. When he gets up, out of nowhere, a semi T-bones the bus, killing both Ross and Trent, as well as some other passengers.
The question I pose to you is this: Who lead the fuller life? The man who partied and enjoyed every minute, or the man who has forgone friendship for responsibility for security?
