January 13, 2016

Scarily precious, or is it preciously scary? Life, that is. We can go our whole lives knowing what we want, how to be happy, and then it will all be over. Or we spend our whole lives searching for the purpose, the meaning, the light or whatever. It ends up finding us in the end. We can never win, so we might as well live playing the best game possible.  “All I ever wanted was to know that you were dreaming”