• Dear Life.....

    If I were to spend every waking moment as my last...
    To walk in the sun during that nice Spring day,
    To be barefoot in the warm sand,
    To experience every sight there is to see,
    Every sound there is to hear,
    Every scent there is to smell,
    Every taste there is to taste,
    Will there be anything left to see,
    To experience?

    Dear Life....

    If I was to give every opportunity a chance...
    To except that crappy job offer,
    To buy that home that I really couldn't afford,
    To marry the 1st person who loves me,
    To even give that one weird guy a chance,
    Would there still be more opportunities?
    More things to say yes to?
    For those opportune moments that make me say..."wow..." in awe?

    Dear Life....

    If I were to be generous in every way....
    To give my money to the poor,
    To give myself, my home, to those who were less fortunate,
    To try everything in my power to make life better for that one homeless guy down the street.
    To volunteer at every homeless shelter, every orphanage, every soup Kitchen,
    Would I be guaranteed a place in Heaven?
    To know that when I die, those pearly gates will appear?

    Dear Life....

    What if I spent my days being selfish and cruel?
    To buy everything I ever wished to buy, no matter the consequences?
    To not care about the brother man or sister woman?
    To pass them on the street thinking I was better than them?
    Than God?
    Than the female Creater, the Goddess herself?
    What would become of me then?

    Would I go straight to hell,
    Burning in the deep dark abyss?
    Would I come back to a new life, starting again?
    Would I just simply spend the rest of my eternity in nothingness?

    Dear Life....

    What if nothing I did mattered?
    If my actions got me no where?
    If my experiences,
    My hopes,
    The sights that I saw,
    The sounds I heard,
    The smells that I smelt,
    The tastes I did tasted....
    What if they meant nothing?

    Many people say that we are here as a trial.
    To get to new places.
    To be with our "God", whoever that may be.
    And, my dear Life,
    what if me living you out meant that someone else didn't?

    Are we all nothing but lost souls awaiting a body somewhere?
    And what if our souls...aren't really souls?
    But just some sort of game for a bigger life form?

    What if we all are just that,
    A video game?
    Where someone controls what we say...
    Where we are...
    How we act....
    Who we love?

    Dear Life....

    So many things puzzle me so.
    And I don't know how You are supposed to go on without answers?
    The questions I've asked, I'm sure won't be answered.

    But...
    Tomorrow I will go on...
    I will say what I say.
    See what I see.
    Act how I act.
    Be who I am.

    And I won't think anything less of it.
    Will You?