Why Are We Here?
Rated TV-PG for Mature Language. I’m sure “Fuck” wouldn’t have been said in “Ice Age,” but that’s for someone else to decide…
Why are we here? That’s a fairly odd question, isn’t it? It involves deep thought, provoking questions, and a bunch of other religious/technical crap that I don’t have time for…
…but one thing I can certainly do is question why we are here, and that’s what I’ll try to do tonight!
[Yes, this is the third blog entry in just 2 days. I'm hoping to write in this more often. It's a good release for emotions.]
I was let down tonight. I was all excited about meeting my new friend, Ivan, but somehow, it ended up falling through. I’m not sure about how or why it happened. All I know is that I was excited about it all day long, and I ended up sleeping the day away after I made it home, completely ecstatic about what was (supposed) to happen.
Does that mean that he didn’t want to see me? Doubtful. I am sure something came up. But then…
My ex calls me. It affected me. I am not sure why, but it did.
So with that, I ask you… why are we here? Is it to satisfy ourselves… the world’s need… or something else that we can’t even comprehend?
On the pilot episode of TNT’s “Saving Grace,” a show that I was instantly addicted to, Grace tries to get an angel to tell her if Heaven exists, and what it’s like, and what God’s like, and everything possible about the afterlife. Her questions were ignored. “You all ask the same questions,” replied her angel. “If I tell you everything, then where’s your faith?”
That’s what I think we don’t have enough of. Faith. We don’t believe things without seeing results. I’m one of those people. I think I should change that. I think I should be more positive.
But it’s not too easy being positive when negatives happen.
Pardon the language, but I had a shitty dream. I won’t go into too many details, but it involved my ex, and we were arguing. I guess that’s why I was affected by the phone call– we were arguing about phone numbers in the dream. The conversation on the phone, in reality, was perfectly satisfying. A little too satisfying.
Boy, am I fucking this one up.
I’m sure he won’t read this. That’s okay. I don’t write all of this for everyone’s enjoyment– I mainly write it for my own, to express thoughts that need expressing. I can’t go into too many details because then, where’s the faith?