Ok, so heres the thing that trows me off most of the time. Life...what is life? Life is something that tries to bring you down, but at the same time, makes you so high, you forget about where the hell you are, where your going, or who you were to begin with. Try and think about these things the next time your high on life. Are you happy with your life? Are you doing the things you always wanted to do? Is your life headed the way you had always wished it would? And if so...are you TRULY happy with YOUR life? Try and not look to your family, friends, or lovers for this answer. For this is a decision that only you can make. For if to have a good life, means to sacrifice time and time again, then in the end...was it really a good life? I don't suppose it would be. If the skies and the valley, and anything else in between is ours. Then why do we still crave more. Listen, watch, and learn from children raised in the ghetto. They are given, what is most people's minimum, and they are happy. That is the way we all SHOULD live, but DON'T live. It is the way that we could truly be at peace with ourselves, and with what is around us. Surrounds us, and binds us, to these neurological lies that we are given, and are told is truth. The blind man cannot see, for he has no other choice, but to look away. Unaware of what is going on around him. But what of those that aren't blind? What is their excuse for ignoring that ill he does, and turning the other way, when he can perfectly see what lies ahead of him? The truth is not in the way we do things, but in the way we feel things. The material is all but illusion, hidden behind a veil of creativity. We live in this world...right? How is one supposed to know when one is truly alive? When one stops telling answers, and fulfilling lies.