Look, I know it’s not always that simple to say that something matters. I get it. It’s not something we simply say out of convenience, or out of duty. If something really matters we have to allow it to matter. It has to be something we are able to take care of. That’s the purpose of it all, whatever happens in this life it has to have a purpose. Simply because life ends, doesn’t make it right. The funny thing about this life is, when it matters it really matters. That’s simply how it’s meant to be. I don’t have a good example in my head right now of how it’s meant to work. A shame, I know. But if I did? I would totally say it outloud for everyone to hear. Unfortunately most of it would fall on deaf ears. If everything comes down to it, there doesn’t appear to be anything I can do about it. I wish there were. But if we’re being serious here, life will find a way to do whatever it wants to do and everything else will be destroyed at will. Being destroyed doesn’t have to be a bad thing ...
Once upon a time, there was a man who lived behind a curtain. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary, he just didn't want to be seen by anyone. George was his name, and he didn't have any friends. So no one wanted to see him to begin with. However, George didn't know this. It wasn't that he hated people, he just disliked them. A lot. One day, as George was going about his daily routine which consisted of looking out the window of his small one bedroom apartment, George noticed a piece of paper on the ground outside. Outside. George panicked. He wanted desperately to find out what the piece of paper said, but wasn't sure he wanted to actually go outside. It was a simple yes/no option. Would he go outside or not? Putting on his coat, George headed towards the door. Taking a step outside, he looked around. No one seemed to notice him. That was good enough. George walked out into the middle of the street and picked up the piece of paper. It read: That wasn...