And here's the story of the life you lived.

No matter what happens, you can't change the past.  But what if you *could*?  Would you?  I can't help but think I would be tempted.  But if I forgot everything I've learned from the past, would I choose to forget and instead once again become ignorant?  I hope not.  I'd hope that I'd choose to know the real nature of people and of the world.

Part of me feels incredibly cynical lately.  It hurts to believe that something so great like love, for example, exists and that it can be taken away so easily.  On the other hand, how can I believe that it's not out there?  I've seen it in people, people who are striving so hard to do something meaningful with their lives.  And what am I doing?  Working at a retail shop.  What meaning does that have?  I *have* to believe that something is going to change -  one day - but for right now, I'm content with who and where I am in life.

Does everything have a meaning to you?  Every giggle, every tear?  During this last week, I've been thinking about that a lot.  Life is so fleeting.  You have to live every second like it's your last.  Whatever that means, you have to do it.  Because if you don't and your life ends, then what do you have to show for it?

Most of all, I wish people would stop being so scared to live.

This blog is really all over the place today.  This week last year was when one of my friends (Nick) died.  My godson Ryan also had a major surgery on Friday (he's healing wonderfully, though!  I visited him after he got discharged from the hospital today).  It's been tough, but I got through it.  Here's to a new week, kids.  Let's live it up.