too low to find my way, too high to wonder why.

Where are the days, hell, the years, going? The summer has zipped by, barely giving me time to catch my breath. Hell, the past two decades have sped by. When did I go from a child to an adult? Where has my life gone? Have I lived it the way I should have? Time goes by way too fast. Or maybe it's just the right speed. I'm just left behind because I want to hold on to everything. I want everything to last forever. The fact of the matter is, though, that nothing does. Nothing is constant. Nothing is permanent. Everything is temporary, constantly changing, and then you die. And then who knows what happens. Maybe nothing. That's what scares me. The idea that our souls don't even live on. I'm afraid of that because I love life so much that I'm afraid of losing it to death. I suppose if there is nothing, I wouldn't really know the difference then.
...This is all just babble. I wish I could figure things out.

This is life. This is it. I need to really start embracing it because you never know when it's going to be gone.

This picture always makes me smile. I like the drool on his bottom lip area.