There was a day, not too horribly long ago, when I tried to get along with everyone I came into contact with. Like Gahndi, I wanted peace... Then, it changed when my parents screwed up. Violence still isn't the answer and I'm still non-violent, but I've stopped trying to make people happy. I want to know the truth about life and what is after it. I am curious and willing to try almost anything. I don't know what my favorite color is, or why the sky is blue. The truth about me is that I don't know how to exist anymore, and I don't know if what I think is real, or right. All I know is that the end will come soon enough for us all.
Life is full of colors and wonders and the unexpected. This means, to me, that you can never completely move on from something, or forget something or someone. Don't try to comprehend what you don't understand, unless you believe with all your heart that you are right, or you need it. Live fully and win what you can. Lose the most and know that you did your best. Contradicotry meanings are a way of life, so love my nonsensical ramblings.