for the sake of writing

i often write the title to my blog, then i will expend an enormous amount of time and energy trying to make the blog fit into the title. this time however i am going to be writing the blog first, then entitling it. i am also going to be typing the entire blog lowercase. i think it's pretty cool when people do that, so i'm gonna try it. if i mess up on the lowercase. forgive. i am new to this endevour. i hope i am successful. if i am not, if i forget, if the world breaks in half because of this great shock to the system, than i guess we'll know i am not meant to type like this. but thus far it is working out alright.

with my introduction out of the way, i can continue onto something. possibly it will be more entertaining than what i've written, thus far. perhaps it won't. will you come with me on this journey of mine, and follow me into the unknown and beyond? if so, continue reading as you have for the past few moments. if not, exit out of this page and hope that next time, if there is a next time, because you were able to recover from this time, that whatever you read, whether in my blog, which i doubt anyone would come back to a blog by someone who's writings turned them off, in someone else's blog, in a book, in a newspaper, which i don't make a habit of reading, on the internet, or anywhere else you may find literature to read, that you find it more enjoayable a read than this.

there. with both my introduction, and my introduction to my introduction out of the way, i can continue on as planned. now you may think that after all that, 'there must be a surprise ahead, else this odd guy wouldn't have been wasting his tiem with such a lengthy introduction and introduction to the introduction. well i am sorry to be the bearer of incredibly bad news, but i have no surprises planned for the ending of this blog. that however means nothing, seeing as how random thoughts often pop in and out of my head like that old game frogger, when the frog jumps across the street and river into one of five spots on the otherside, hopefully not the one with the croc, hopefully the one with the fly. however i don't want you to get your hopes up, because as random as i can be, there are many times when i can be equally non random. i was looking for the antonym of random, however i found none. that's why i said non random.

so to conclude this discussion of if or if not, and who or who not, and what and what not, I will say, simply, we cannot truly know what we aim to accomplish unless we know what we want to accomplish it for. in essence, if we are fighting for te sake of fighting, what reason is there to fight? however if we are fighting to protect someone we love, well then, we fight for a reason. if we aim to accomplish something great, with no motive, we are lost. if we aim to accomplish something great, for someone or something or God, well then and then only, are we truly accomplishing something great.

Chapters

That's honestly to me a very odd title. Yet I believe it fits well with this post. I am writing about my life here. I titled it chapters because I feel that's what my life is leading towards. I feel that's what all our lives are leading towards to some degree. Read on if you would like to know what I mean.

I feel stuck in this same old way of life. Like I am chapter number 327, to this big book of life. The problem with this consists of two main sides:

A. The chapters basically repeat themselves at this point.

B. I don't want to be a chapter, and I don't believe any one of us are called to be the "next" chapter to this long story of life.

Ok, let's deal with A. Who really wants to live someone elses life? Ok there are a few (...I mean Elvis wanna be's proved that). But seriously... We all have that side to us, that so "coincidently shut up and "tamed" when we're kids, that says, "I wanna BE someone!"

Now on to B. We can see from past failures what we've made our lives to be. We can see from past successes what we've lost. This may sound contradictary to itself, yet it is more true than Even I can say. A failure shows us who we've become. What we wish we would've done differently. What we are. What we're becoming. Who looks back in their life and sees that they could've done this thing, or married this girl (the right one) but messed up, and wouldn't looking back have tried with their uttermost to do it differently?