teufel

We all believe we were put here for some grand purpose, to do great things, to put our peice in the puzzle and leave our mark on the world. Are we unique? or are we all just grains of sand in an hourglass waiting for our chance..even as we drop to the bottom. Buried, forgotten, and unfulfilled, dropping past countless others just like us until we finally settle to the bottom to rot atop our brothers, friends, enemies and strangers. We open our eyes, we walk, we breath, and we sit on our asses waiting for something to happen. waiting for the grand plan to fall in our laps as we warm our asses with the couch and dull our brains to lobotomy with sitcoms. I'm no better, day after day I lay around hoping wishing for something..some purpose to fulfill and justify my exsistance. wishing, though, is for the weak and lazy. Nothing but a tool to add joy to the lives of those who lack the will and motivation to reach out and take it themselves. Motivation is what i lack. that and the fact that I'm not totally sure what direction or action I need to take. I feel destined for greatness..but that's human nature..I'm no diffrent from anyone else. only time will tell where my life will lead..I breath I speak..I'm not sure of life..but my eyes are open