Post No. 4

Pretty much every morning I awake to the sound of a rooster crowing somewhere in the backyard of where I'm staying at right now. I wake up and think to myself, yeah I'm in Texas alright. I can almost guarantee that the state animal is the dog. You see a canine on every street. Either tied up or behind a fence or the the free ones, which walk around the streets as if they own them.
Everyday is oddly different, yet strangely the same. Fist, unless it's a cloudy day or it's raining, the sun is usually only on one setting, blazing hot. That's just the weather though. The people seem to be walking to the same place at the same time, working or just spending time doing whatever one cares to do. For me, I'm trying to take the morning and go out for a jog. I think I run about a two and a half miles whenever I do get a chance to go out. I set my Zune to some jammin' tune, and just go for it. There's this very large enclosed cemetery right down the block from where I am. That's where I run. Sometimes I think about the lives of the people that once lived, and now are buried in that cemetery. How many of those people did great things? Maybe some even saved a life before their time was done. But then how many cut their life to short? How many gave in to common lie of hate and betrayal? It's good to ask questions in life. But I found out that it's not how many you ask. No, it's the right ones that matter.
So ask yourself, if you suddenly passed away what would people say about you? If your not comfortable with that question than the let not the reflection of this world taint you life. Strive for truth and the good question will bring a good answer. In the words of a certain songwriter, "We are once in a lifetime!"