Stolen

This morning I was inspired by a fellow blogger extraordinaire. Some days I wake up feeing terribly lonely. Excluding the best friends in the world, and a supremely supportive family. Something is still missing in my life.

My new surroundings have been hospitable at times, yet extremely hostile at othe; however, my place in life is exactly how it should be, neither in the past nor the future. Wherever I am, is the place that I am meant to be. Everything happens for a reason, figuring out that purpose is the wonderful part about being alive.

Ask yourself a couple of questions.

1. What is you purpose today.

2. Who are your confidants

3. What will I be thankful for today.

Lastly....I need to go for some photo excursions because I'm so low on usable photos that I'm going to steal from Restart My Heart

Life is the most confusing part about living....

Life is the most confusing part about living….

What makes life so important? Is it the education we get? Is it the clothes we wear? Is it the people we love? or is it how we choose to conduct ourselves in a daily manner? Who has the right to judge the things I do.

My father? My Mother? My friends?

Is it wrong to want to escape? Leave this complex land for something much simpler? Where you aren’t judged for your education, your success? Is there a land of splendor out there where where they are content with having nothing yet having everything?

Or do I stay here in one spot, go to school, even though I don’t know what I want to do. Exist under another mans wallet where he can pull strings as he pleases, and hold that over the graying light.

Sweden is the answer….yet it is so far away. Paris….my camera my bike and I.