I thought I’d try this format for a change. I kind of like the interface.
I have come to a point in my life when I realize that life is nothing more than being who you are and finding someone to love. I spent the first 25 years of my life trying to figure out what I was put on this earth to accomplish. Another 20 years have gone by and I still don’t know what that is supposed to be. I’ve done a lot in my life, probably a lot more than a lot of people. I finished school, earned a degree, done a variety of jobs, bought a house, found someone who loves me, traveled, and maintained my independence. I haven’t done anything to make the world remember me five minutes after I’ve left this mortal journey, but I’m OK with this. I always thought I’d write a book, but when I look around and see the millions of books already written, most sitting on the sale shelves with 50% off stickers stuck to them, I think that maybe I have nothing new to say.