Some say that death is the ultimate boundary to cross. It’s something we all must eventually face. There’s no lie to those thoughts. They are actually truthful as there is truth in them. Sometimes we have to wonder when death will take us. How it will take us. Why it will take us. Well, I suppose why is already known. People just grow old and die. Sometimes there’s no rhyme or reason for any of it. When death comes knocking, you have to go. There’s no turning back. Once you go through that door you have to keep on walking. They say when you’re going through hell you have to keep on walking. Sometimes hell is all we have. that’s not to say it’s a bad thing. On the contrary, it could mean so many different things all at once. I wish I had an example of it, but alas I don’t. I think there’s a lot of things I don’t grasp or understand in this life. It would be nice to be able to figure out what’s going on most days. But I doubt I’ll ever be that lucky. Maybe this life isn’t meant to b...
They say time comes and goes as it pleases, but we have to make the determination to make choices in this life whether they be good or bad. But what exactly makes a choice good or bad? Who decides that? Who is the goto for everything that is either good or evil? The black and white thinking can be the death of me at times. I can feel it in my bones. There doesn’t always seem to be a simple solution to the question at hand. Sometimes we have to simply wing it, whatever comes our way and be prepared as best we can before everything blows over, and we’re caught in the thick of it all. For once, I think it would be nicde to be able to simply figure things out as they come to me. But that’s not how this life was made. Perhaps I’m made to be broken. If that’s the case, what is the purpose of it all? Doesn’t quite make sense to me. It feels like I’m in a trance at times. There’s nothing wrong with me, at least I don’t think there’s anything wrong with me. But who’s to even say if there is?...