While waiting for the hair to dry.

What is it that keeps us from jumping off a tall building and killing ourselves?

How meaningless life can get when you think about it. You're only given a hundred years and that's that. No continuation, no lasting landmarks. Even the greats are forgotten when the sands of time cover their tracks.

It’s not about what you are to yourself. It’s about what you leave behind for people. That distinguishes the Great from the rest.

Someone said that before. And I wonder if it's just a silly lie sometimes.

Everyone reaches this dead end sooner or later. Some find their answers in worldly matters. Others in religion. Others in family.

I just trust that there's always something for me. Always. And try to appreciate the fact that the small things matter. Every small thing.

It's the picture of that which is so precious. Brighten up the gloom when it comes.

Hung up on your wall for the world to see.