There are moments when life scares the shit out of me and there are moments when I fall to my knees in gratitude for the beauty that graces my life.

My guess? That’s not going to end. The “life scaring the shit out of me” piece will continue, maybe in different contexts as I move forward. I”m guessing that fear will live on until I return to whence I came and hopefully I can find out the scoop, if that’s what you do when you leave… who knows?

The way I see it, no one knows except those who have, literally, died then come back to life. Them? I trust. The others who claim to have the ear of God so “Please send me your money”— those guys? I don’t trust. How long have they been scamming people? Since the onset of time it seems. But the wise amongst us, who trust inner guidance rather than an outside source with selfish intentions, know that no one knows. We won’t know until we’re gone— for good. And maybe not even then. Maybe we’re never gone for good :O Again no one can tell us and I run from those who try.

Until my time comes I’ll hope for the best, keep the candle lit and be prepared when the shit comes flying. ‘Cause it will. You know it will. And that’s okay.

Have a good one and set an example—
Be good to yourself.