After contemplating purposeless for so long, I’ve always felt pointlessness in life.  It’s sad, because I began to believe that there was nothing… nothing for us insignificant little specs to do in our short expansion of a life.  But then when I simply begin to enjoy all the things that I love to do… I finally understand what I can do to give me sustanence.

I know what I want!  It's... unbelieveable.  But it's attainable…  And that makes it so much better.  It's a collection of all my passions and joys rolled into this one essence.  Something that, if I look towards and push myself, I know I can do.  And I will do it.  I’ve never been so ready before in my life.

I have everything I need.  Intellect, hope, dreams, support from friends and family… its all up to me now.  No one will stop me!

On another note, isn’t it hilarious how much we reflect the different aspects of our parents?  Or is it just because mine are like polar opposites… hmmm… Anyone else get that notion?