rambling

Life is a weapon.

Some of us utilize it to be a Robin Hood type and help others,
others turn it on themselves and harm not only themself but those who care about them,
few brandish it with extreme style and grace to obtain admiration and wealth,
but more people than not have trouble handling it, yet alone know how to use it, and usually let it sit in a drawer.

How many miscalculated exhalations must be fired before we realize just what we have available to us?

We all inhabit a form that is on lease, we live on a planet, that is soon to be remodeled, like a bunch of squaters, and worse we spend all of our time, like some idiot in a videogame, collecting all the coins and objects we possibly can. For what?! When the "GAME OVER" shows up on screen the objects will NOT be tallied so that we may or may not go up to the next level!

Time is short, yes even if we last 100 years (scary thought). The time is always NOW, not tomorrow.

What is the point of this blog entry? Who knows. What I do know is that I am getting annoyed with doing nothing more than recycling oxygen, it is time for more....