I Wonder There are times when all that I can do is wonder. I seem to question everything that I do. What does it all mean. These are not new questions. I am not the first nor will I be the last. People have been asking them throughout time. Is there a reason for what we do. I am one of those people who just can't seem to breeze through life. Just let go. C'est la vie. So it goes. Have a beer. Philosophy was one of my worst subjects in college. I thought that I understood, but my grades said something different. Descartes. Plato. Locke. Hobbes. I only remember some of the names. Most of the concepts have faded with time. I remember reading somewhere that most people create problems in their life so that they don't have time to focus on the bigger questions. They are too busy worrying about how to pay the bills rather than where did I come from. Maybe I am just a spoiled middle class American male with too much time on my hands. I have very little distractions in my life. My job requires some thought, but I am not overworked by any means. I am not married nor am I seeing anyone at the moment. I have no children to worry about. It is just me and my thoughts. I guess that I can understand the rise of therapy in the twentieth century. People no longer know what they should believe. Nor do they have time to explore these questions. Joseph Campbell wrote some very compelling books on this topic. Follow your bliss. I have no idea where I am going with this line of thought, but I had to write about what I was thinking. Maybe I should stop listening to The Smiths and listen to something more cheery like Type O Negative. Actually I think that Peter Steele is the funniest thing on the planet. That boy is over the top. His rendition of Summer Breeze always makes me smile. If only I could mix my voice to sound like his voice. The money would be rolling in like no tomorrow.
My mood has improved in the past few hours since I wrote the statements above. I worked out this evening. Sometimes I like to sweat, I guess. All of the negative thoughts have fled my body. Yeah, whatever.
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