Do you believe in fate? Some people do, then again some people believe in Santa Claus. I'm not a philosopher, though I do have my own theories on how the world works. Some see it as over-negative, i'm just being realistic. I guess it depends on how your life is going. If it's a either extreme people have fate to blame. It's hard to stay neutral. Everything in life is relative.

Maybe it's a book, or a random quote in the middle of a collective malaise. It makes sense only on a personal basis, and that's what life is, something personal. Some say fate, brings people together, is it also responsible for splitting them up?

My rules of life
1.Be true to yourself
2.Respect all, Fear none
3.It is better to try and fail than do nothing and succeed.
4.Love is where you find it,and we cannot always be the ones to choose...'


everyone has a voice, some choose not to speak it because of fear or lack of skill. Let your voice be heard. In college one meets a lot of 'tortured genious' wanna-be's. sad.

I do , and my life has never been so interesting as to have it published. Like most of us, i waste away my time in school or a boring job that i am underpaid for. I like you can spend half an hour reading a textbook and realize i haven't learned anything. My days drift as i search for the answer to 'why'? why this, why that, why you, why me? nothing but a big endless enigma.
The sun burns my alabaster skin, a certain need festers in my heart. A need for something more than what is at hand's reach. Something better than 'now'. Raising that black flag of anarchy and strike against everything i've been spon-fed on for the last 22 years. Like you, my youth was spent on a steady diet of saturday morning cartoons (whatever happened to them?) and John Hughes' teenage explotation movies staring the 'brat-pack'. As bad as that may sound, i rather get a contact high from watching Scooby Do and listening to Kiss, than have those Power Ranging whatever's and that big purple bastard Barney. Come on people, the 80's weren't that bad(?). We've danced to the sounds of debbie gibson and vanilla ice. And like most of you i've also seen the morning sunrise thru an empty bottle of beer.
All of this things seemingly without purpose. Just trying to be more than a disgruntled twentynothing. Being too cool to care and wearing sunglasses at night. Fighting THE MAN at all costs (he is evil and must be vanquished off the face of the earth). I can't spent eternity as an ostrich with my head buried in sand.

To say that i have problems, would be an understatement. But what can i do? just sit and wait, hoping that 'she' is out there.

It is in these stormy seas of thought and emotion that we are at our most vulnerable. The racing thoughts and emotions lead us to a convulated state of being. Being pulled from every angle possible. Like that guy who went out in the rain with a sheet of acid. For six months he thought he was an orange and wouldn't let people undress him because he thought they were pealing him. All of this and i only have fate and maybe myself to blame.

your unhappily everafter
aM