If I only knew what this life would bring me, I think I could get by without that much of a problem. I mean sure life will come and go and we won’t know the difference because of it. It will be here one second and gone the next, that’s how life tends to work. We don’t always know what’s going to happen. I wish I could understand something about this life though, anything really. That would be quite nice. But alas I fear that I will be unable to understand anything right away. Life will be what it will be and I will have to simply understand that and be apart of it. It won’t always come to me easily I’m afraid. That’s life in a nutshell.
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...