So I sit there on the bus, my headphones blastign in my ears, yet, yet I sit and wonder what drives people to do what they do, I wonder what people are thinking. Then I wish, I wish I could hear their thoughts, then maybe I can deterime if they are real or just my imagination. For how can we know somethign is absolutly real, when nothing is absolute. Then my mind wanders, to wanting to see if I can make a religion that even an athiest can believe in. A religion where we are just all a mans dream, that nothing is real.But ifit is not real, then why do exist? why are we here? Why humans? we are so differnt then any other creature on this earth, it doesn't make sence. If there is a God, and he did make humans above all animals, and that he is our father, then why are we destroying the home he made us? Is that what humans are ment to do, destroy what was given to us? Are we just some form of child that hasn't gotten past the state of breakign things and not sharing? Also, am I so strage to be thing these things at my age?
Then my mind goes back to the music, a smile comes ot my face, because I am enjoying a simple pleasure of just relaxing and on my way to school.
Because no matter how much I wonder, or think about life, I still enjoy it, I still think people are good in nature, that everythign will work out.
