They say it's a thin line between being happy and sad, between love and hate, when do we see the line, when are we truly anything. If you were given, earned or even found a million dollars what would you do, pay off your house, buy a house or stick it under your mattress or do something dumb like put it in the bank? Is it a new car you want, a dress, a pair of pants, a new suit? What is the definition of happiness or sadness, I don't know. What would you like to do, what if the world really comes to an end at the later part of 2012 and there were people who survived and they knew you personally, how do you think they would remember you, further more how do you want to be remembered? Are you a free spirit not tied down to anything or anyone or are you a family man deeply concerned about the well being of your mate and offspring?

I ponder these questions almost daily, all of them. My longing to be a preacher and preach Jesus’ word (don't be angry at what I believe and I'll do the same), my longing to climb to the Buddhist monks and sip on some tea. Wanting to see and save the world, though it gets saved in my limited point of view. I assure you my intentions are pure and only hope for the best. The problem with that is everybody’s, soul or whatever you want to call it, does not see or believe in what I see or believe.

Enlightenment means many different things to different people, I have sought after Enlightenment, yet do not know if I have it or if it has eluded me. Is it even something that is attainable? If what I do connects to you and I try to do what is right in my eyes. Question, if what I do hurts you was I wrong and if you do the same are you wrong?

Let's talk about survival to exist what is it and where did it come from? To have and not to have. To live in palatial quarters or to lie in the dirt. To come into this world not knowing up from down, right from wrong and for someone to tell you that what you thought was right is wrong yet it is what has made you exist, to step forward to another day or is that wrong to? Free to do what, I don't know, free just to be free. You can do what you want to do and one may say it's wrong or maybe a whole society.

See your God and my god (intentionally not capitalized) may say and see completely different things. Your god may see bad meaning bad and good meaning good or bad meaning good. If I kill you some may say it was the right or politically correct thing to do and others will take the opposing view yet this is what we calling freedom. 

I've been recently watching a program that is a supposed attempt to depict Roman society as it was 2000 or so years ago. Were they wrong living the way this particular show depicts them or did they have it right, if we are to be as some believe, I can't see where they could have thought it to be wrong. As a rich roman I would have loved to live like that, my every conceivable desire accommodated at a whim. To simply do as I pleased…….. but we all know how that turned out. I want to say you should but maybe you don't.

I asked once or twice before what is your passion have you figured it out yet. Are you that person who has it all figure out and know exactly what you’re doing, what you’re going to be doing in twenty years. Twenty years ago I didn't and still don't to this day. In my youth I was either bad or wild, I say I was simply misunderstood for not understanding. I was labeled at the time with some of society’s, most disturbing labels that can be put on a child. I love people and I hate people and it all stems from my individual take on life. People can be so nice, so cruel, and cruel on purpose. Could you make your daughter keep her clothes outside under a blue tarp on the dirt? Okay you don't have a lot of money, you live in a trailer but this is your child, this is something that I know to be true.

I going to be as famously me as I can be...you be famously you.