| Well today I am in a introspective and rather melancholy mood. Nothing really too bad. I have no doubt that by evening I will be feeling good. The whole ordeal at the hospital has made me think on some things. So to clear my head I place some thoughts down. Questions of Life If I died today what would I have accomplished? Would I have led a good life? Would I have been the best person I could be? Would I have made a difference? Would I have achieved success? How would I be remembered? I ponder these questions. They are the questions of what life is. They are the essence to the point of life. They are the thoughts that drive me. They are more then words, they are meaning. These are questions I ask every day. In my life what have I accomplished? As far as career, I am nowhere. As far as education, I am incomplete. As far as money, I am eternally short. As far as love, more desolate then the Sahara. So have I truly accomplished anything worthy? Is my life up to this point been a good one? As far as the world, I have traveled a little. As far as happiness, I have lived on a roller coaster. As far as adventure, I am hardly a short story. As far as friends, I am a wealthy man. So could I lead a better one? Am I the best person that I could be? As far as a hard worker, I give it my all. As far as a friend, I do my best. As far as a citizen, I have tried to help those in need. As far as mistakes, I am always willing to correct myself. So have I been the best person I could be? In my life have I ever made a real difference? As far as DeMolay, I erased that when I came out. As far as work, I do nothing that another could not do. As far as friends, I miss more then I hit. As far as the world, I am but a drop of water in the ocean. So have I ever made a real difference? In my life have I achieved any true success? As far as work, I do as well as my position allows. As far as friends, I have succeeded in finding the best.. As far as the standard, I am a complete failure. As far as love, I am a shutout. So have I managed to succeed? Finally if this was the last day, how would I be remembered? Would my memory remain strong, or fade quickly? Would I have made an impact, or would nothing have changed? Would anyone really lament at my loss, or would I be a mere passing thought? Would there be stories talked about me, or would nothing be noteworthy? Would I be remember in a good or bad light? In these thoughts and questions I have no answers. Every day and every night these musings flow through me. I seek answers to questions that I may never know. Perhaps in the seeking the answers life has a real point. In these questions lie the ideas of doing better and achieving life. The only real question is, is the time always there? |