everyone is sometimes dead. Sometimes alive – but mostly they are inbetween, finding the justification to be such.
one trying to understand life, one trying to understand death – but mostly wonderying why inbetween.
evveryone is trying, in the persuit of nothing that they understand yet they persue the thought of something to persue.
how nobel is it to want, to know what to want – to have a goal, for in reality…put your feet on the ground, feel the sensation of the sand on the bottom of your feet – we are tyring to find the single answer the one to furfill everybodies questions. Yet I think their is no such thing, and the persuit of this is unfortunate as it will never come. the persuit is of something else, that thign that is set in stone the day we find it and its our life as we live it that paves the way for us to find it and nothing in life that we do stops the road from being laid, it moves with you and it sets are you live and when you die, you’ve found your answer and your answer is behind you – the path you took – the things that we persue has not yet been defined – we are in persuit of the end, for ’tis the end that will reveal beginning and the middle and at the end you will know.