Perhaps I think…

Denisa Dobrin  2/1/2008

How do you know when you are happy?

What makes you happy?

Why, when and how did we decide to allow money to determine who we are, what we are and whether we live or die?

Have you ever felt like you can’t find your words? Like you are tired of trying to find reasons and justifications and all that crap? Like you just want to stop and … not think.

I heard that thinking about nothing is the hardest thing to do. It must be; I mean… even when you think of nothing you must be thinking… Otherwise how would you know you are NOT thinking?

Why do we feel the need to explain everything?

Maybe the Universe doesn’t make any sense at all. It just seems to make sense because we want it to be comprehensible.  Maybe we just are who we are and that’s that. Isn’t that enough of a miracle?

It’s absurd to believe in absurd; yet we do. Because it seems absurd that there is no believe when everyone has a …whatever believe.

Ever felt like there are too many questions, to many answers and too many angles?

Right and wrong is just a measure of comparison. Green is green only for those who can see it and agree with the common guess that this is what we call “green”. Important is only what we consider important

One might drop a dime on the street and never give it another thought. The same dime could make the difference between life and death on another side of the planet or just three buildings down the street.

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Who are we? What makes the difference between you and me? Who decides whether luck or misfortune that can change a life in a snap?

Life is like a hand in poker. Most of the time you can't tell whether you won or you lost until the last card is on the table. A "card" too often makes the difference between a million dollars and a lost dream. Same way, things that seem to doom us can easily become the “change”; the “lucky brake” we all are searching for.

No matter how high we rise, we are still just the shadows of our own personality.

We believe what we chose to believe; because inevitably the “Aces” of our belief game have been planted there by faith or calculated logic or …just because.

What are we but a useless speck of dust that can chance everything for those depending on us?