we are still going to be okay. i think.
so we are on the way home from driving my brother back to penn state and my mom and i started talking about spirituality and it was a little frustrating. But i was thinking about how we really understand nothing and thats okay and it's beautiful, and as much as i try to understand i never will and there is nothing wrong with that. and i thinking about how life ends and for some reason i always think about that, and i wish i knew why. and i don't understand why everyone rushes around and why no one takes enough time to do the things they really want. and maybe because its not practical, but i don't want that to stop me. i'm going to make a list of things i really want to do and accomplish and i'm going to make everything happen. and at the end i'm gonna look at the list and its gonna be complete. maybe death isn't as scary as i think it is, maybe it's okay.