Thoughts about thoughts...
Have you ever wondered what happens to thoughts when you've thought them? I know that's a pretty abstract and deep question for one to consider but it just popped into my head. Actually it's kind of funny to have a thought about thoughts. Or maybe it's redudant. Either way, I wonder still. Do they float away into some magical land filled with clouds and whispering winds until we need to recall them one day -- like a doctor digging through their filing cabinet to find a patient's information? Or, maybe, they're always there in the back of our minds waiting for the right time that they want to return. Maybe we have no choice in the matter. Almost like when you're sitting in church and the most inappropriate image comes to mind. And you know what I'm talking about. It's happened to everyone at least once.
Sometimes life is like that.
When you least expect it, the last thing you would imagine to happen, does. Sometimes for the better, sometimes...well, not so much for the better. And there's nothing we can do about it. It just happens.
Call it karma, fate...call it whatever you want. It's life and in the end, we have no control over it.
Sometimes life is like that.
When you least expect it, the last thing you would imagine to happen, does. Sometimes for the better, sometimes...well, not so much for the better. And there's nothing we can do about it. It just happens.
Call it karma, fate...call it whatever you want. It's life and in the end, we have no control over it.