Life is unlike the life your parents prepared you for; they too were unprepared. The best a parent can teach a child is there’s no preparation for life …
Life is like the life your parents wanted for you, only not in the way they intended.
Life is unlike the strange men you were told never to talk to, unless you are a strange man, in which case talking to yourself is obligatory.
Life is like an encounter with a stranger; always welcome people introducing you to yourself.
Life is unlike everything you ever wanted but we’re afraid to ask.
Life is like everything you ever wanted without freedom from wanting.
Life is unlike similes and metaphors; life is a metaphor. You are a metaphor.
Life is like incorrect grammar, unless you believe in grammar, in which case you’ll struggle with breaking the rules and it’ll always feel like someone’s looking over your shoulder.
Life is unlike a fork in the road; rather, you’ll see yourselves walking beside you on parallel roads, in parallel lives.
Life is like your parallel lives; be glad you’ll never meet yourself.
Life is unlike the lives of people passing by as you sit watching from a park bench telling yourself the story of their lives.
Life is like children off playing in the fields for the day; they’ve no concept of time and are blissfully unaware of the trouble they’ll be in when they’re home late.
Life is unlike money: having more doesn’t make you happier; that’ll depend on how you came by it.
Life is like money: you’ll try to save, spend, squander, borrow, take and give it away. In the end it only buys more of the same.
Life is unlike the life you think you should’ve had; it’s the ‘shoulds’ that get in the way – unless, of course, you’ve convinced yourself they are the life you want.
Life is like listening to the dawn chorus at 4am: you long for sleep, even though you’ve never heard anything more beautiful.
Life is unlike anything else. One life cannot be compared to another; life is a false equivalence.
Life is like every other life on the planet.
Life is unlike a fairground ride; you’re told to hold on tight even though it makes not a blind bit of difference.
Life is like a travelling circus; you fear it’ll take you away, and you’re scared it won’t.
Life is unlike conversations about life; talking about it can be painful and pleasurable, and yet it’s no substitute. Psychotherapy is conversations about life; it makes pseudo-experts of us all.
Life is like being carried away in conversation: you don’t know where you’re going, or what word will come next. The ‘right’ words usually come; be patient, for the ‘wrong’ words will find their way.
Life is unlike anything you’ve ever seen before; no wonder it passes you by as you wait for it to begin.
Life is like dreaming you’re awake; if you’re lucky, you’ll wake up and realise you’re dreaming.
Life is unlike a container of assorted confectionary – it really isn’t.
Life is like a wheelbarrow full of orphaned baby orang-utans.
Life is unlike infinity; you can always find a bit of spare time.
Life is like a pain in the neck; if you stop interfering it’ll usually sort itself out and you’ll wonder what all the fuss was about.
Life is unlike your life story – all the right words in the wrong places, and all the wrong words in the right places.
Life is like an actor who fears forgetting their lines only to realise it’s all ad lib.
Life is unlike the centre of the universe unless it’s spinning off its axis.
Life is like it might never happen, unless it already has, in which case you might have missed it, only you can’t be sure. In time the feeling of missing out shapes what is absent, such that the feeling becomes indistinguishable from the thing itself.
Life is unlike a riddle; people can’t help you solve it, but they might distract you for a while.
Life is like coming out to yourself and, if it isn’t, it’ll be more like a closet.
Life is unlike the running out of time and more or less like a running out on time; abandon all concept of time. There’s enough to get to the end.
Life is like every book, film and play you never read, saw or went to.
Life is unlike the infinite promise of youth; you only realise it once you’ve let your self go.
Life is like the taking of prisoners – unless you give your self up.
Life is unlike a sandwich-filler; your life is a sandwich-filler – sandwiched as it is between birth and death. Confusing the two will hamper your sandwich.
Life is like it never happened.
Glenn suggests …
There’s no answer to life, since it’s not a question.
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