Sometimes the darkest road illuminates a path...

These words I have told myself repeatedly over at least half of my life. It seems most of my life, as I am sure is the same with anyone, is spent just trying to get through it and in all honesty faking every minute of it until you actually know what the hell it is you are truly trying to do. There are moments of sheer torture in life that are completely comprised of questions in need of answer, although many times the answers become questioned anyway. At other times there are moments without question and contain such certainty that one can not help but wonder what went wrong when everything was so clearly going right. I have a theory that half of our lives are spent bullshitting ourselves and the other half bullshitting everyone else around us into believing we are"normal" and know what we are doing.

Where is all of this going? Simple. The one true time in our lives when we actually have no doubt at all what we need to do, is usually the time everything is taken from us. Complete darkness. How often do we have candles at the ready burning when the lights go out? Never! The closest we come is at least having candles somewhere in the house and the matches are somewhere as well...most times in the drawer no one ever wants to get things from, yet oddly everyone wants to puts things in. Once the power outage happens we immediately realize two things: One- it's time to grope around in the dark for a bit until I find something to guide me, and Two- technology has not so much enabled us, but made us too reliant upon it.

Anyway, this random grouping of thought has no other place to go so maybe I should just stop writing for now. If I continue to try and figure out life or whatever I could spend too much time here...perhaps it is just time to put my other saying upon the screen and call it a day.

Sometimes life just is...