nimrod5

In my reality, I wonder the purpose of it all. I stare at things vast and never really understand the meaning of why it is, was or could be. I wander in my reality to the extent of never understanding all of it. Why would there be evil at all? I question the purpose of things and the significance of my life and feel there is no other reason except what I can't openly talk about. Forgive me for the way this is. I love all I have seen from here. No wonder I feel so blessed.