Between a rock and a hard place I dwell my days away. The disgrace that is life is only what I want it to be. Nobody will ever realize what they are doing here so long as they ask the stupid questions. I was often old there are no such thing as stupid questions. "Explain to me why we are here." "What does life mean?" My question is why does it matter. Nothing last forever, even metal rusts. The greatest beings in the world will all return to dust. Time is wasted wondering why. Life is a experience we are lucky to have, those of use who appreciate what is right in front of us. What if doesn't matter either. Happiness lies in what you choose to affect you in which way. This life is only a thought away from heaven. That is the power of me.