| Thursday, May 21, 2009 |
| Ever Wonder... |
...why we wind up where we wind up? I do. And then, something happens and you wind up on this crazy electronic box, and believe it or not, you make friends, or even better, connect with those you haven't seen in a gazillion years.
It's kind of neat to see where people are today. It is kind of like your own little segment of "Where are they now?", only the show is somewhat twisted, because the camera is located within the depths of your soul and your mind, all controlled by a centralized power box, called the human heart...(or maybe not necessarily in that order. Who knows?) But nonetheless, YOU are ultimately the host of this show.
Personally, I believe that certain things happen for a reason. It is what it is, and that's the way it is. You could spend your entire life saying "what if", only to find out that "if" was never there in the first place. And before you know it, even the "if" is gone because you spent too much damn time worrying about it. There is nothing wrong with hoping for a brighter future. However, in retrospect, we never can truly take any of these things with us when we go. Why not enjoy your life while you have it in this state of being? Does it matter what happens when you go?
Furthermore, I am afraid to die. I do not welcome nor embrace it. But I know it is one day to be. What makes it so tragic? I think it is the fear of the unknown to be quite honest, although, some may argue that it is simply that we are raised to believe it's this way or that way. When really, the answer lies in YOU.
So, cherish your friends, your family, those around you, and even those who are not. You learn from them DAILY.
~ChrissyLabels: random |
posted by Chrissyisms @ 10:38 PM  |
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Yes, Chrissy. I used to wonder "How did I get here?" What happened to plans I made for myself? How did I get so lost along the way.
I've decided to reframe the question, from "How did I get here?" to "How do I get out?"
I think your grerat, Chrissy. And I am proud to call you friend.
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aww such a nice comment, thanks Lyssa, same here
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Yes, Chrissy. I used to wonder "How did I get here?" What happened to plans I made for myself? How did I get so lost along the way.
I've decided to reframe the question, from "How did I get here?" to "How do I get out?"
I think your grerat, Chrissy. And I am proud to call you friend.