How we are

I was pondering about this recently, and I wonder. Why is it do we keep struggling to live? Why do we keep going, against all odds? It seems to me that it is against our nature as a race to give up. We stay the course because we honestly lose our humanity if we give up. What happens when we do? We become one of two things, a vegetable, motionless and non responsive. As we idly sit the world passes us by. Or we become an animal, and lose our humanity. We stop caring about other lives, our own life, and become dangerous and confused. I guess thats why they call a man a couch potato. So we keep striving and straining, so as to not lose who we are. Would the world be a better place if we all didn't give up? On ourselves or each other?

I may just be a little odd

I visited the ghetto Wal Mart on 9th recently (DON'T JUMP TO CONCLUSIONS I KNOW WHAT GHETTOMARTS LOOK LIKE) looking for materials for another batch of yet again culinary amazingness, and I grabbed a cart. Instantly my mind thought two things. This gum is stale and why am I not wearing a helmet? What was my subconcious telling me? Get a running start and jump into the buggy? (As my floridian friend would call it) After spitting out the gum my mind pondered on one thing. Am I the only one that thinks this?

The Letter

Dear Balrog,
You shall not pass.
Love,
Gandalf
xoxoxoxo



Dear Gandalf,
WAAARARRRGGHHHHBOOORUUURRRGHHHROOOOOAAARRRR
Love,
Balrog
xoxoxoxo