Mebby came to a period in life where it was felt that the impending end of time in the physical body would someday arrive. There seems to be no way around it and no grand way to make it more agreeable. Not in fear of passing over but wondering why there was not much more to experience in this lifetime?

There is many a time when we think some dates take forever to arrive, but as we grow older we realize that they passed by far too fast. We seem to have no happy medium, we tend to want what we cannot have… but there has to be more in the grand scheme of things.

Are we just an overgrown chimpanzee that got a bit smarter? Or should I say, at least some of the chimps seem to have gained a bit of knowledge. If I throw a banana at an angry driver will he/she just shut up and go away? Or should I lay the banana peaceably on their doorstep, or send it with a bouquet of flowers as well?

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.

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?

Allow me to introduce you to a remarkable lady.  Her name is Carissa Phelps and this is a story that will warm your heart and at the same time make you cringe a bit.

At the age of twelve, Carissa was taken to Juvenile Hall in Fresno by her mother, who declared Carissa to be out of control.  Shortly after her arrival there, Carissa ran away from the group home for troubled youth, and began living on the streets.  She promptly fell in with a prostitute named Linda who began grooming her young friend for a life of prostitution.

The majority of us go to work every day, or at least our spouse does. Some of us now work from home and some of us still go to jobs that we don’t like all that much. Why do we do this? We do this because we have to earn an income so that we can feed ourselves and continue to have a warm roof over our heads.

Directly from our earnings money is taken and given over to the Government. It does not stop there, you go to the stores and more taxes are taken and also given to the Government. The Government provides services for you as in:

We have come to a new year and you still linger. Where are you now and does it even matter? Things cannot get better between you and I, there is no you and I. These are words a person once said to me, what exactly does it all mean?

We wonder at how we were created and why do some experiences stick in our mind, is there a deeper meaning to it all? Do we over-think the whole scenario or are we forgetting who we truly are if we don't?