something too much for saturday morning.

saturday mornings used to be for cartoons. and then i got older and the cartoons were too early and who even knows if those same shows are on. it's funny how much things can change in such a short time. it's almost unreal. because when i think about time i dont think about what happens in time, just the beginning and the end. and arent the beginning and end just representative of the whole experience? isn't it the middle that matters the most? the chunk of it all. what defines that and you and me and anyone? is it what you're good at? a sport? is it who your friends are? or how you treat them? is it the thoughts you have?

i dont know much this morning but i know that when you die, you're memories. you're naked and alone in the ground and anything you've ever gotten is not with you. it actually doesn't matter. you can have all the money in the world, and what do you have when you're gone? i guess it depends on how you define yourself.

i define myself on my choices. on my spirit. on the thoughts that i have that are real and unselfish. i define myself as a person with wants and hopes. i want to be good in this world because i know that at the end of the day, when it's all over, the world will keep going without me. but the people in my world, will carry me around with them everyday, as part of them. just as i take a piece of everyone i've ever met.

i guess there's just a lot more to life than you.