I think it is really funny that everyone's reality is a
matter of perspective.
All my
friends tell me it is a normal part of growing older
to start questioning what is this world all about and the reason for
being here? In the last few years I have learned that there is no easy answers
to those two questions.
Actually, to be honest, I don't think there is
an answer. Sure I would like there to be one, it would sure make life
easier knowing that destiny is written and that our lives have been
predestined, but maybe there is no such thing as a reason for being
here....maybe it is just like a blank canvas....it lacks destiny until you
put the first dab of paint with your brush. Maybe, it is all about what
you decide to do with it.
Fuck maybe, from my point of view it has
everything to do with what you decide to do with it. It is a matter of
choice, and that choice is what we spend life worring about.
Through my eyes:
Jesus Walking Down Market Street - An Easter Brunch Story
Wild Horses Must Run Free
The Ungrateful Wasp
The Evil Hemorrhoid
The Death of Mel
Is it Hot in Here?
