Sometimes we are left to wonder on the how and why of it all. We often walk blindly where a seeing man would not dare go. We can at times think that we are immune to that which ails the world but we need to stop and think again. We are here, just as all others are here, this in itself means that they can reach us if they so desire.

This is not to say that we must live in fear, for fear is not a place to dwell in. In that we must prepare ourselves for anything that can occur, be ready when the dark shall come knocking at your door. Be ready and have your place reserved on high.

There were many beautiful songs written, as if they were written by the Angels up above. Let’s start with I will carry you and then Flying Without Wings, giving hope to help lift our weary souls. I suggest you go and listen, turn it up loud enough to drown out all that brings you down. Remember, there are those that still have a heart and the rest you must walk away from.

We find ourselves in situations where all seems impossible but hold on, and remember that God stands beside you. Do not forget who you are and don’t let bad life experiences turn you into a person that you do not want to be. I know it is easy to say and a lot harder to do, but just try.

With another year nearly gone and Christmas 2012 drawing near are we going to do anything differently this year? Some would ask the question, are we even going to make it to December 25th, if you go according to what they say in regards to the Mayan Calendar. Are you going to give a bit more in case there isn’t another chance, are you going to do anything different at all?

Some of us are not able to give gifts that require cash and then some of us can. If we cannot give a new present from the store, we can still give of ourselves. We can also go through some of the items we no longer use and offer them up to strangers so that they can give to those that they love.

Will anyone remember me 100 years from now is a question that I often ask myself. It seems to be a standard pattern of thought while aging that we begin to wonder… will anyone remember that I even existed.  Shall I plant a capsule and hope that someday, someone in the future will happen to find it? Shall I paint fantastical creatures to lead them to believe that we co-existed?

How different will the world be 100 years from now and will the lives that we now lead seem archaic to those that look back upon us? Will they even care? Does it just stop after our body ceases to exist or will we someday return to a different body and try again? All questions that we do not have answers for and I am left to wonder after we leave these bodies, will we have the answers then?