"Here's a thought for every man
Who tries to understand what is in his hands (What's in his hands)
He walks along the open road of Love & Life
Surviving if he can (Surviving if he can)..."

Ever wonder why you bother waking up every day? Days of youthful Godliness, the invincible teen years...every waking moment an adventure full of both rewards and tragedies in their own right, days long gone...and here I am; picking out what is left of my brain after dealing with people that shouldn't be allowed outside of their home unless on a leash, working for a company that could honestly care less about me and pays me accordingly, waking up every day just to do it again...and again.

Could just be me, and I could be over-analyzing it from a perspective not many would understand nor share with me...but what's the point in this road of life? The end seems so somber to many, a new type of depressant drugs...why do I look forward to it?

I guess some would think why not look forward to each day you open your eyes.

There are many that each day could literally be their last. One of my step sisters going on 9 years ago had a liver transplant she is lucky to still be living. Believe me she cherishes each day she has with her new grand son and her family.

Myself even though my life may not be as exciting at it was when I was younger there is still many things I'm grateful for each day I wake up. What keeps me going is my kids and my granddaughter just being able to see them grow and enjoy life makes me smile.

I lost my kidneys about five years ago

twenty years ago I would have just died. there was no such thing as dialysis

now every day is a treat

every day above ground is a good day

its up to you what you do with it

We each get to figure out our own purpose...why were here. I see each life as purposeful, deliberate and divine. Even those who don't see the divinity in their own lives, I still do.
Yeah, it can sure suck sometimes...

I guess it is all in perspective. I actually did die, and came back...and for awhile there I was enjoying what I had and living up to what I could. Now it is all just rinse, wash, and repeat.

I couldnt care less of myself, but my road in life is life itself. Everything that breathes and creates, everything that allows us anything we can imagine. To better life for all, for life itself, for the planet and every little part to the big E. Let go of yourself, and gain the world. Or stop watching TV, move out into Amish country and start a new life