I find our journey as humans fascinating and bizarre all at once. How are we who we are? What is it that causes us to operate in such a way? We are all so very different, I often times feel like a mystery even to myself…which could be eerie, but I think it’s more exciting. We think we know some people to the very core, but the truth might be we don’t even know ourselves.



  1. I battle with this often. I sit outside in the dark and I just ponder what makes us who we are, why I think the way I do, how my love is another person with his own thoughts and worries and how somehow we all come together in this crazy and ever evolving world. I think some thoughts are to be left unexplained