September 17th, 2014 - -
Today, I sit and observe my life and surroundings. The air, the way it feels outside, the people walking the streets, the people watching me as I drive my car across the dark, tar road. I'm taking it all in, processing it, looking at it as if I was watching myself do everything from a third person point-of-view. The feeling of floating, but still cogent and cognitive. I am having spiritual growth and acceptance of being what I am and the factor of death. I am a human, I am born to die and the only thing I can do is prolong my death. Although, the one thing that comes to my mind is, what really is the difference between life and death?