Well, it's just thoughts. A few out of infinite ones.
It's some sort of a mircacle. My life lead me to a point where nothing really matters. I don't want anything, nor do I miss anything. Maybe it's a luxury. I don't know. Maybe I should be happy. I don't know.
I could well be dead, and it wouldn't make any difference, at least not to me.
However, I'm obviously still living. Thus, I think that I should make my remaining moments of life worth the while.
Running with the wolves?
Yeah, maybe, maybe not. That's not the point.
I'm lost. Am I lost?
Actually I'm "trained" for quite a few things.
No one expects that I will cure my pretty severe illness. Everyone says that it is unlikely or impossible. Maybe it is impossible. I'm not so sure about that. In a way I have already done things that other people deem impossible.
Well, we'll see.
Nice sharing. Upvoted
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