The Meaning Of Life
At my eighth birthday party Aunt Clare asked me, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”
“I want to be happy,” I answered.
My mother was walking past at that moment. She stopped long enough to cuff me along side the head. “You can’t be happy,” she said. “You have to be something.”
Forty-seven years later I realize that may have been the defining moment of my life.
“I want to be happy,” I answered.
My mother was walking past at that moment. She stopped long enough to cuff me along side the head. “You can’t be happy,” she said. “You have to be something.”
Forty-seven years later I realize that may have been the defining moment of my life.
posted by ... | 10:08 PM
4 Comments:
So this is where you want to start? This is the first thing you want people to see when they read this blog?
Yes, it is. We came up with a random method as to who goes first, I won and this is it. You got a problem?
You see, this is what I mean. A life dedicated to nothing but personal gratification. If that was the defining moment of your life, my friend, then it's been a pretty shallow life.
Some may call it shallow, some may call it simply enjoying the pleasures of life. I can only wonder at what great words of wisdom you plan for your opening post.
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