The Meaning of my Life

 Who am I? For that matter, who are you? I'm beginning to think that I, and you, are just human beings trying to understand just that. Who the fuck am I? Who the fuck are you?

You might think this is a simple question, but as Alice learns, it is not so simple. I have lived in this body for 63 and 1/2 years. Sometimes I think that is a long time. Sometimes I feel that it is not long enough. I  am both right and wrong. It is but a drop in the ocean, or sea, or waterway if you will, but that is life, and that is all that I know. About that, anyway.

I know other stuff too. Probably stuff that I should not know. Stuff that makes life more confusing. I have heard that ignorance is bliss, and I wonder if that is correct. Granted, some things I observe are confusing and force me to constantly reevaluate my world, but I cannot accept that all is as I envision it. I know that there is more out there. But to be honest, sometimes it might be more pleasant not to notice that. Sometimes I envy the people that can just live their lives without questioning the world around them. But I can't. Dammit.





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