today

I have serious concerns over who I have become.

  I am not sure oft times if I am leaving or staying or playing or praying.

  Preying?

  Hunting or bunting.

  Ha ha, Ok, enough wordplay.

  The truth of the mater is that I can find under no certain restriction the will to stop myself from doing anything to anyone at anytime.

  This includes myself, and yes, I have indulged in multitudes of self-destructive savoir-faire.

  Short of eating worms that is.

  But is self-destruction right or graceful under any circumstance?

  At what point does the experiment become the lifestyle and take over our every thought.

I

Just

Might

Not

Be

Getting It.

Empirically believe that we have a purpose on this earth, that there is a greater good for us to desire to, whether communally or individually, but is this true?

  Do we all have an ever ending, life solving purpose?

  What if yours is to rein havoc and run amok?

  Do we balance the scale buy saying mine is to thwart your havoc by planting the seeds of morality and stop you from running amok by preaching law?

   I say no, we do not have a purpose in life except to serve the moment.

  Moment from moment, deed from deed and if these deeds do indeed pile into a complete form, well then good on ya.

Cheers for now, I have to rest my head, its beginning to hurt once again, no matter the meds I am taking.