Hey guys. Well, I was gonna write a post about my view on death. Everybody's view is unique, even from mine to Jason's. but I've had a lot of stuff in my head.
Lately, I've been questioning my own existence-the why, the when-you know. Oh, it's nothing new for me, but...
Then, in talking to those (supposedly) closest to me, unfortunately, I've found it doesn't seem like we're on the same page. Yeah, it happens, right, but when it happens All the time, I question more, why, where, how... Is this where I'm supposed to be? With those who respond to my life with confusion, or even anger or hate?
Crips who want lives already have to climb an everlasting mountain.
Honestly, I know who I am, but I don't know where I'm going (on Earth). I'm a damn good writer. Not all will get me. That's fine. But face-to-face with somebody. if my opinion doesn't match theirs, or if I "talk too much" for them, I get shut down. So, I really don't know how I can continue in the state that I'm in. That's my surroundings right now. People fear (I guess is the word) my words in blogs or actually spoken. They imply things I did not say.
But then somebody implied once that I don't write enough (on TwoFeetBelow) to really count. Though, at the time, I managed the business end.
What a mix up, huh? That doesn't mean I'm going to shut up, if I really feel passionate or just about something, but I'm gonna need to figure what's important to ME and run with it. Others will either be with me or against me. But right now, I'm thinking. I love all of you, my friends.
What a post for a Tuesday. I'll write that death one sometime.