Sometimes, all that is solid in this world seems so flimsy. I remember the one earthquake I was in when I lived in San Francisco; it was short and not very violent, but the thing I noticed: the shaking made the floor and walls seem as if they were made of cardboard... What is it that truly matters in all that exists? What is the true solid? Or am I looking for the wrong thing, I ask myself? For the softest things perhaps are the most genuine foundations: love, and faith. Maybe it is merely that I am alone the thing I lament, needing an object of love, and a fellowship of faith. Purpose sometimes feels overplayed. My life is chasing after shadows, paradoxically to find what is real. Sometimes to find I am the first down these roads, and must it be that I am the candle that lights the way.
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8:26pm monday, 2nd november
What is it that truly matters in all that exists? Thats easy. Women,pizza, and coffee in the morning. Yep, that about does it, now you can go back to your life with complete peace of mind. Now that you know the truth.....LOL
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