Well, I have no idea. Because I am I suppose. I would like to think that there's something I'm supposed to do, or somewhere I need to be ... or maybe I've done it and been there ... and now it's just living. I don't know. Every once in a while I think I know exactly what I'm supposed to do, but then I get days like today where I just don't want to do that. I'm just tired as I write this, which is why it's boring.
Actually, since I'm thinking about it I have noticed a bit of a pattern. Generally when I think I know exactly what I should do, I will begin to think details. Then it seems it peters out until I hit something else. It's never far from my original thought it so I think it's about refining it. Once I get it right, things will just work out I think. I will be available, it'll be in my grasp and all I have to do is reach out and grab it.
Right. This post is about the reason I'm alive. Well ... I don't know. I just am.
Actually, since I'm thinking about it I have noticed a bit of a pattern. Generally when I think I know exactly what I should do, I will begin to think details. Then it seems it peters out until I hit something else. It's never far from my original thought it so I think it's about refining it. Once I get it right, things will just work out I think. I will be available, it'll be in my grasp and all I have to do is reach out and grab it.
Right. This post is about the reason I'm alive. Well ... I don't know. I just am.
