stop chasing the wrong one, the right one wont run.

unknown

we appear at a time and a place, our environment predetermined, our only choice is to take root. to try and survive in the system and circumstance that surround us. changing the flow of the river is beyond us, curtailing our own thoughts is probably also helpless. fear and joy are chosen for us based on the interactions that happen around us. our sense of happiness molded by our environment and fear instilled upon us from circumstances beyond our control. a dog attacked me, i now fear the animal i had always loved.

we want to think we have a choice in this deck. that when we read these words, order a drink or wake up it was of our own choice. yet when our final sleep comes or when your eyes choose to open, when your handed a book from a friend or invited for a drink at the local coffee shop these moments happen to you. am i pushing or being pulled you might ask, where that question comes from beckons a second thought.

why ponder, what about wondering who and what we are, why we are doing these things matter at all…best to stare out and be amazed by all its colors and brilliance. you can understand why they built the churches so grand, why man looks to the skies and searches their surroundings for meaning and origin in at all. we wonder if we have gotten close. pondering unanswerable questions seems like as good as anything else for a Wednesday morning.