A Life Story

We were born. We live. And we die.

We are told it's what's in between the birth and death that matters, how we live. But does it really matter? Or does it only matter because we want it to matter? Or are we just another person in the species of humans who were born, lived and then died, and are now forgotten?

We think we are unique and individual, but aren't we just like everyone else? Isn't our story the same as all those before? Summarized in eight words? The same story as the 100 billion people before us and the 7 billion here today?

Meaning

"The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves." - Alan Watts

In our being and doing we forget we are alive and who we are because of happenstance and random chance. We let our beliefs, our ideals, our values and our goals determine our existence and meaning for being here, when in the end, it's simply our existence that matters.

White Crayon

If you could express yourself with a white crayon on a sheet of white paper. What would you say?

Sunshine

Remember, the sun is always shining, the clouds only hide that fact.

Happiness

Happiness is a state of mind, state of being and a state of doing, better if it's all together.

Beauty & Character

Beauty and character age, and hopefully, into one greater than the two.

Youth

What continually gets old but is always new?

Which Would You Choose

If you could take a drug which made you happy, in a way you've never felt or thought before, let alone was something you could ever achieve, and you had to take it every day to be happy, but that drug also made you physically sick, sick enough to make life miserable for short periods of time, made you angry about yourself and with yourself for taking it, and made you more depressed than when you didn't take it, would you still take it?

A Thought in Passing

The Sun

For there the sun, shining so brightly in the morning sky, only made invisible by the layer of clouds and dampened by the gentle drizzle of the rain. Does the sun shine because of the clouds and rain? Does not the clouds and rain live from the sun and the sun live from the clouds and rain to bring life to everything?

A Lie

A lie is easily seen by the smell of the words spoken.

Success & Failure

The absence of failure does not constitute the presence of success.

Plans

We all have plans about our life, even if we don't think we have them, it's always what we do, follow a plan, but it may be more life's plan than ours. So, the question isn't what is our plan but life's plan for us, and the question isn't what we want with life's plan but what we're asked from it and what we do with it.

Individuality

You can be an individual, just like everybody else. Why not just be yourself?

A Good Idea

It's not that an idea may be good at the start, as we know good ideas often don't turn into good ideas when they're turned into something more than an idea, it's when do we decide to abandon the idea as just an idea, interesting but not worth much else than a thought, something for memory's sake than reality's future.

Our Past

No matter how far we run and how much we hide, we wake up to our past every morning. It's always there waiting like the predawn darkness slowly rising in our mind to be what we are. There's no escaping it. There's no denying it. There's no forgetting it. There's nothing we can do about it.

We are because of it, something we don't have the choice except live with it.

Nothing

Nothing is something you can not hide.

God

When God gets frustrated or exasperated with people , does God put his head in his hands and say "Oh me."?