One of my dogs is dying. My sister called me to tell me to visit home one of these days so that Scout, a brown, black and white coated beagle, can begin his acceptance to the eternal sleep.
This makes me think. Why do we keep thinking that we will be alive tomorrow? The world might just end without warning, or my flat might just crash while I am sleeping.
Do we realize that we have only one life, and if we do not find the meaning of it, we might lose it once and for all?
Someone close to heart tells me that she is looking to get into a relationship with this gentleman, and that her heart tells her that this might be the quintessential one. Or maybe not. It will depend if he meets up to her expectations of what a gentleman should be.
Are we so shallow? That we think that we control our own destiny? Or that we should just live to most of what we have been dealt with?
I realize this, what you believe becomes your behaviour. This someone close to my heart, says that she is a Catholic, but she lives like an atheist, someone who has control over her own life. So she doesn’t really believe in a Creator whom many of us call God.
We are indeed shallow. I have talked to people who call themselves Buddhists, Christians, and atheists, but do live contrary to what they are supposed to believe in! Oh dear me.
