Why do we want the things we want, the moments of a random chase run through a strange building witha girl, Or the picket fence Or the Girl who isnt like al the other girls.Because medie and society shows thats what we should want? Im not sure,not sure at all. There are parts of me that i know were society programmed to want certain aspects of life, Yet others i know society couldnt change or begin to touch or form if they tried, Idea's and wishing dreamful fantacies. Are they of my own creataion? i havent the slightest. Did God give them to me, or did he simply hardwire my brain a certain to create and turn at its own will. A shovel is to dig, but in which direction and how deep i dig is entirely up to me.
Thats all for now, a tid bit snatching up my time
