The meaning of life by definition has never truly been defined. I mean linguistically it has but our purpose for being has not. Each life different by design so open to be interpreted has the originator sees fit. However, we tend to close our eyes and hang on living somebody else’s dreams out of fear…
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The Experience of Living or Infinite Sorrow
So if living is not about the definition but about the experience does that mean that we are all missing the point? To enjoy life and all it’s candor while accepting the ebbs and flows as they come. I imagine infinite sorrow and the feeling of heartbreak. The only true cure is no cure at all. That you can only move forward with the grief in your heart but a new song on your lips.
Live Broken or Die Trying
My guilt eats away at me knowing that in my younger years I was the very toxic pollution that I have now come to hate. Maybe that is why it has become important to me to open up my life. My life in all it’s plain and basic splendor actually help me to understand who it is I am supposed to become. It isn’t for a lack of trying or misunderstanding but a veil of doubt and insecurity that haunts me.
Making My Way Back Home
Reflections in time are like song of the future. You are never to sure of their existence. You want to believe in all that there is. All that is possible and all that can be. That is the beauty and mystery of life isn’t it? To go to your natural limitations then try to push through. Don’t you want to exceed on the person you were from yesterday or do you just want to do what some have before you and just let the natural course of life slide through your fingers. There is no time like the present. You will never be younger more youthful then you are in this moment.
Living Miserably or Dying Happy
It is true somebody’s storey is a little bit worse than your own. You have to remind yourself that there is somebody always a little worse off. Kind of a harsh reality it’s true. Then all of a sudden you are the one worse off but then again are you really? Who knows. I guess what I am saying is what’s the harm? Where’s the risk? Living miserably or dying happy I guess that choice is up to you!
Death of a Salesman
More than a great literary piece. It feels like it is almost the death of an era. Let’s imagine. Here at my fingertips I can shop for anything that my heart desires and in some case have it delivered to my doorsteep the next day. How can you not get lost in the romance of…
Adapting to Change
How many times have we dreamed of a different life but unsure what that path looks like? Maybe we have just become to complacent in our ways that we accept the hand that we have been dealt and move on. I have always been that one that thought the Universe would just give to me…
Miss Ruby Sweet Cheeks 