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What I think about myself, sounds selfish huh? Well anyway:

I think of myself not as a follower not as a leader, but more of a wonderer. My life is not decided by me, but the people around me. I have no control over what I look like, talk like, act like, or even write like, this is all controled by someone else. I feel the only thing that is truly mine are my thoughts, my thoughts about life and my thoughts about the world around me. If I could be any where in the world, even outside of this world, I wouldn't want to be anywhere but here, outside, on warm Summer nights, staring at the full moon, waiting for the mysteries of my thoughts to be answered by the greatest mystery of them all. I wouldn't want to be in some fantasy world, or in some warm cozy place. The hardships of my life are what make my life great, without the balance of good and bad my life would be pointless. I like sitting under the moon, wondering if my destiny of life is completed, if it is time fore me to move on and one day take the form of another being and complete another destiny. I wonder about the animals around me, the fox that plays with its pups in my back yard every morning, the ducks that swim across my swamp like pool, even my best friend, I wonder what they are thinking, what they are to do next. The world around me is so complicated and can be so stressful, without my friends and this place, I would never be able to cope. I can talk to them, even if they can't reply, I can tell them about how much I'm hurting and how no one knows, noone but me. My life is just one big mystery and at times it seems like it's filled with more 'thorns than roses' I have seen a life end in only 23 seconds and I wonder, had he completed his destiny of life? WIll he one day rejoice in this world as a new form, then my thoughts stop, the endless questions come to a hault and I feel the best feeling ever, as the sun risies Isee the colors, andthe warmth of happiness fills my soul, my only wish in life, is that this feeling would never die, not to feel it often, for then it wouldn't be special, but for happiness to never die