Everybody dies by the end of this story

I don’t understand life you can either do two things. you try to act like adults but for what? To grow up and live in a cul de sac where all of the houses look the same but by noon it will be empty, all of these nice huge houses will be completely empty because the people who live in them will be working at jobs they hate to earn money for these houses that they barely get to live in. Or you live your life, wild and free. but you’re not free, you are never free you have to pay bills and face predicaments. Then you come home so jaded, the embodiment of the free spirt. But either way you work, you work so hard and for what? To survive, for what? Happiness. Every single person is striving for happiness but you never fully achieve it the way you expected to. You save up all this money until you get old and you spend it but it isn’t the feeling you’d expect because you’re old and you know your time is limited, you have so many health problems, and everything hurts. And that’s the end