Sometimes I wonder why I let some things bother me that really shouldn't.
Sometimes I wonder how many of my "friends" actually care.
A few times I've found myself thinking "I wonder how many people would actually come to my funeral".
on to better thoughts....
Paradise for me would be: if I get tired of the endless fields of wild flowers, then with a thought, I could be either in a dense forest surrounded by the presense of the true creator, or feasting at a table with my Viking ancestors!
Sometimes I wonder how many of my "friends" actually care.
A few times I've found myself thinking "I wonder how many people would actually come to my funeral".
on to better thoughts....
Paradise for me would be: if I get tired of the endless fields of wild flowers, then with a thought, I could be either in a dense forest surrounded by the presense of the true creator, or feasting at a table with my Viking ancestors!
the effort was well noted, very cute thanks so much!