And I

The Question

I walked through life wondering what my purpose is, trying to find a reason for why I still wake up after I've prayed and asked God not to. After all that wondering and searching I still haven't found an answer. Only thing I've found is that time is more precious than we credit it. See you cant get a second back that passes by and what you do in that moment can never be taken back. I know I'm not the only one to agree that some or most of these moments are wished to never have happened or taken back somehow, and we all know that that's impossible.

One day in basic training, marching down the burning streets of Great Lakes in this hot ass uniform I started asking myself how the hell did I end up here. It was in that moment I realized that life goes on, it doesn't matter what you did, what happened to you, who you were, life still goes on... with or without you. See I had been so trapped in what I went though that I had lost sense of who I was, or I never knew. In that moment of realization it felt as if I'd just awoken for the first time. Everything looked and felt different, felt like I kind of had a sense of what was going on.

That feeling didn't last for long. Not long after I lost all feeling, I feel so numb. Like I'm just floating though life to my death. So what's the question... how the hell did I end up here, or what the hell do I do? For you I'd go with how the hell did end up here but, for me what the hell do I do! You're lucky that I have nothing but time and the strength to relive how I got to this point in my life.