Tuesday, October 24, 2006
12:56 PM...............................................................................
How do you want to live your life?
Taking into consideration that I may die tomorrow
And that I still need to work to feed yourself if i don't die tomorrow
Plus we are all created for a purpose
I'm 50% done figuring out that question
I think having 50% of the answer is good enough.
Have a general direction and live out the rest.
I don't want to wake up 20 years down the road oneday only to have myself asking
"what the hell am i doing with my life?"
Mid life crisis is no fun.
Here's a little quote from the matrix
Agent Smith: Why, Mr. Anderson? Why do you do it? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you're fighting for something? For more that your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Yes? No? Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. The temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself, although only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson. You must know it by now. You can't win. It's pointless to keep fighting. Why, Mr. Anderson? Why? Why do you persist?
Neo: Because I choose to.
Switch on the lights baby!
Taking into consideration that I may die tomorrow
And that I still need to work to feed yourself if i don't die tomorrow
Plus we are all created for a purpose
I'm 50% done figuring out that question
I think having 50% of the answer is good enough.
Have a general direction and live out the rest.
I don't want to wake up 20 years down the road oneday only to have myself asking
"what the hell am i doing with my life?"
Mid life crisis is no fun.
Here's a little quote from the matrix
Agent Smith: Why, Mr. Anderson? Why do you do it? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you're fighting for something? For more that your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Yes? No? Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. The temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself, although only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson. You must know it by now. You can't win. It's pointless to keep fighting. Why, Mr. Anderson? Why? Why do you persist?
Neo: Because I choose to.
Switch on the lights baby!
