Recently, I've felt that my life is taking a turn, in the right direction, debatable. I feel less oblivious to the world around me and the point of my heart beating. Many a tear have been shed, thinking about just that.
What's the point of worrying?
Thing is, I don't know. I can flip in my music, rant about crazy shit and dream about a new guy every fucking month. It appears that my life is constantly changing, but if you can back away and look at it from far away, there's not been anything new since I found out I was gay.
So do we live for change?
Why not? We sure do love the 'C' word. If you're sane.
I think we live to love?
So, if we live to love, then we love to care. We love to carress and to be carressed, and if Science is correct, then we care to have sex. To reproduce. Are we bred to just breed more? Destroy the Earth and others? For love? To worry?
I'd rather die.