Explain Yourself.

RastaPope

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I've been doing some thinking lately.

Why are you, personally, here? What drives you to wake up day after day and live? What makes you feel truly alive?


Where do we go from here?
 
I try to close my eyes
But I can not ignore the stimuli

If there's a purpose for us all it remains a seceret to me.
Don't ask me to justify my life.
 
I don't know. But I just keep one thought in mind.

"As miserable as life may be I hold it pretty precious... "~ Henry Rollins

So I wake up and breathe and see what the day brings. No use worrying about yesterday its done...I will deal with tommorow when it gets here...

though I do tend to think too much about the future.
 
*shrug*

I wake up each mornign, and I'm still here, so I go through the motiions again, just to see if I'll be here tomorrow.
 
RastaPope said:
I've been doing some thinking lately.

Why are you, personally, here? What drives you to wake up day after day and live? What makes you feel truly alive?


Where do we go from here?

Umm...I guess I'm here because I don't dare kill myself. That would be a straight ticket to hell. I figure if I don't do it, I maybe have a chance of straightening up my life one day. Mabye. Hopefully.

What makes me feel truly alive? I would not know what that felt like.

blue
 
1953 Harley-Davidson Panhead......

If I have to explain, you wouldn't understand.



** She sits there with her gleaming smile,
waiting for me to mount her for that extra mile.
I give her a long thrust and she shouts out loud,
Any day with her makes me feel so proud!
We fit comfortably together, her and I,
the world can speed up and pass us by.
For as long as we're in our union, I'll never dread,
as the years go by on my beautiful Panhead!!

(The breeze on my knees is my only disease!) :D
 
Some days I survive and that is the best I can do. Other days I truly live. Those are the ones I shoot for.
 
I am here by the grace of god to serve a purpose in life. To be a mother, a daughter, a sister, an aunt, a friend. I have not yet reached my full potential but I am getting closer.
 
Biological impulses wake me up every day and make me live. I think that's rude of them. Maybe I just want to sleep. They're so damn selfish!

I pretty much feel alive when I'm awake and alert. Before that, I'm skurry.
 
Annoying Christian fanatics.

It's damn good fun, safer than upsetting Islamic fundamentalists and you can ALWAYS get them to turn the other cheek and forgive you afterwards.

:)
 
That and the need to empty my bladder. And since I'm up, I may as well carry on with the day....
 
I am not ready to awake and return to spirit world. I like dreams...
 
When I can live in a dream world everything is ok.

But today reality is knocking me on my ass and making me want to disappear into a deep forest where only hermits go.

Still my brain makes me take another breath and tells me to take another step along a path that parallels the woods without quite getting in there.
 
I'm not sure why I'm here. Although life is never easy, and I think from time to time we all wonder what purpose we serve. Sometimes I think we are here for each other. To encourage someone who may be going through a rough time in their life, maybe a place we have already been. Sometimes it's enough to find that satisfied place deep inside from experiencing something we really love. I'm rambling I know, but life is tangible and intangible at the same time. You know without needing an explanation when it's right, but to put it into words is sometimes nearly impossible.



when I can't explain it I look up Mad_jack_rabbit so I can turn the other cheek that always makes me feel better ;)
 
*goddess*emi* said:


when I can't explain it I look up Mad_jack_rabbit so I can turn the other cheek that always makes me feel better ;)

:)

That way I get to spank both of them. :)
 
RastaPope said:
I've been doing some thinking lately.

Why are you, personally, here? What drives you to wake up day after day and live? What makes you feel truly alive?


Where do we go from here?

the voices tell me to come here.

-wide eyes-

time for my medication...
 
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