I used to hate when people would try to console me after my fathers death by saying shit like, "He has fulfilled his purpose"blah blah.
But I believe this to be true. However, when it gets close, it's not so consoling.
Which purpose? What about me? WTF?
I carry pieces of my family with me. Mostly opposing views, objectivity sucks sometimes. I see many different points of this rambling post as I did the last one. I will use two here.
- I have not fulfilled my purpose yet, despite everything I have done, even if it puts me in danger. I am interpreting wrong.
- When shit starts happening close to home, people start asking questions.
Questions are always good.



