what is this life for? some days I know — it’s so clear and obvious. the next, and sometimes even within hours, I am wondering why. what is the purpose? what is it we’re working towards each day? how do we know if we’ve arrived? and what if we do so early on and miss
Category: in my words
I consider myself a fairly optimistic person. I also like to think I’ve got a pretty good sense of self-awareness. one or both of these could be very wrong, in which case this entire post will be based on a fabrication (albeit, unintentional). but, for a more interesting story, let’s go with the rose-colored-glasses-wearing +
trajectoryoflife.com 