Why

Why?

We all die in the end right?

So… tell me: Why?

Why wake up in the morning?

Why make friends?

Why strive for anything?

Why try to stay alive?

After all in the end no one survives it – death.

So – why?

Why work hard?

Why fall in love?

Why do all of this if the end is inevitable?

Why?

 

The Response

Why not?

 

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That First Kiss

They stare deep into each other’s eyes.

Then they lean forward.

Their lips meet. It is bliss!

“AC-CHOO!”

Oh no! She sneezed.

Her cheeks flush a deep red.

“Eeew! Gross!”

That’s his response.

She almost cries.

Almost. 

But it’s ok.

He has a smile on his face.

Relief. Then joy.

She’s found the one for her.

They go again.

 

Content

I was on my way to work when I overheard this lady say something just behind me. I’ve been mulling it over ever since and have decided to share it as a form of “food for thought”.

I have no idea what the context was but here is what she said:

It is what it is, you know. I can’t expect to be content every day. It’s just not realistic.

Do you agree? What do you think and why?

We Can’t Sleep

Joe: I can’t sleep. Help me.

Ayanda: Tell me about it.

AJ: Us having a chat won’t help you sleep and you know that.

Ayanda: Selena Gomez!

AJ & Joe: What?

Ayanda: Remember that interview on BBC radio where they had Selena and you said you could be a better interviewer?

AJ: That was a while back though mate.

Ayanda: Well we can’t sleep… so let’s do it!

Ayanda Joe: *awakes from deep slumber* Do you have any idea how much brainpower it takes to project a well-known character accurately? Worse off one you’re making on the spot while slipping in actual bits of your own character? I’m sorry but I don’t think it’s a job just the three of you can do.

Joe: “Just”… I guess this means you’re going to help?

Ayanda Joe: You know me too well.

I was definitely reaching there. No way I can produce a good conversation with self/ves as well as have a fictional interview with Selena Gomez at 4 in the morning. So… I’ll get to it just… eventually. Just let me take a short… little… nap…

Subconscious Joe: You did it! You son-of-a-brilliant-man! You’re finally asleep. You’re finally asleep. Oh, the things I have in store for you…