outer space, bumblebees, and men

objects in mirror are not always what they appear.

if i were smart i'd lipstick this across my vanity (aka dirty window) the next time i feel like i know myself. everybody talks about "ah-ha" moments and life's purposes, and i say, whatever happened to good old fashioned not having a clue? i have been to hell and back so many times over this i have frequent flier miles... looking for who i am and what i'm supposed to mean in everything i see. and it took one final shovel-load beyond rock bottom for me to realize: it isn't about the big scheme for once. happiness is today.

i believe everyone has three main passions in life. mine just so happen to be outer space, bumblebees, and men. the order of which changes depending on the time of day. so many people spend their entire lives chasing one meaning, waiting their entire lives for it to bring them happiness. i say, be passionate about your day-job, but don't expect the holes in your punch-in time clock to suddenly add up and fill a void someday to make it all worth while. you'll be disappointed. so live for today, discover your passions, and remember;

if we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change.