reflection.

we have one real choice. we choose to live or die. so often we feel pressures of 'life'. what will you do? who will you be? what have you done today? grown men and women live in fear of what they will make of themselves. we cry in fear wishing only children would be our judges. we work our whole lives for numbers.. numbers that have no meaning. weight and money are numbers in an account or on a scale, that is all. numbers have no meaning. we base our lives on these numerical values and not values of the soul. numbers are a waste of thought when everything can be boiled down to one question. we choose life as we are breathing and reading. we ought not be distracted or discouraged by shit that we put in our way. feelings are all that is real. feelings, whether by fear, love, or drugs are what our reality is made up of. we waste our lives with time, distance, numbers, and judges. life is what we feel. we are nothing more than our thoughts and feelings. living for those is just.