Last week she told me that I may be the only person she knows who has their life together. I think I chuckled at her comment, because what do I know. But, really. Do any of us know what we are doing? Does it even matter?

You didn’t ask me, but I’ll tell you a secret. Even though this project is important to me, I am frequently late producing entries because I cannot come up with material that I feel passionate about. I just don’t presume anyone gives a damn about my point of view, so this project can sometimes feel like a wasted effort.

You see, I’m thankful for mine, but I do not believe life has meaning, and I don’t believe anything we experience is real. That’s why I often have a hard time taking my thoughts seriously, and this effort to collect them — and life in general. That’s why her comment was so funny. I mean, who the hell am I, anyway?