It seems as though so much of my life has been brought to question lately. Enough that I’ve started evaluating every area of it for what is true and what is not – sometimes with surprising answers. So, what if? What if everything I’ve been believing is a lie?
It doesn’t matter about family history; it doesn’t matter about the future.
There is nothing after we die; we’re just worm food.
Blood is just blood; family ties are common and unimportant.
I am going to die young and poor and alone, having accomplished nothing of value with my life.
Watching TV and buying “stuff” are all that really matters.
I can’t help anyone; the world’s going to hell in a handbasket, with or without me.
I don’t need to be healthy; smoking and eating greasy foods is good for people.
Thank goodness I don’t REALLY believe those things and I’ll keep putting one foot in front of the other for the time being. And eating fruits and veggies. And loving my family and its history. And eating out at Brewsters with my Honey.
Whew! I feel better already.
