Wednesday, May 17, 2006 at 5:43 AM PDT
Life is strange. In it there are heartaches and pains. Devastation and shames.
There are also many laughter and joys which make us likewise in the same.
Nobody knows everything. Anything-that causes one to ask why.
Would we endeavor, though, to pry? Or, would rather we be told a lie?
Knowledge is indeed good, but is too much of it a bad thing?
I’d never just be- to enslave myself in the darkness. Because without the light we’d never be able to see.
Life is a creation. And the creation is our life. Something at birth is genuinely of great beauty, value, and worth. So why is it so very easy for us to all kill, conquer, and destroy then beg back for an existence that we never knew how to explore?