I am but one single person on the face of this damned planet; a seed lying on the cold ground just aching to be a tree. 

The problem with this world today is that everyone tries to shove you in the ground and does not realize they are playing the farmer.  The good thing about being a seed is that when people shove me into the ground, I always grow into something bigger. 

I would like to think that I will grow into a nice strawberry patch or a cherry blossom tree, but the truth is that I will probably sprout into something completely different.  A pumpkin? Maybe. 

All I know in this world and all that I will ever learn is nothing but numbers and fractions, along with lettered sequences in a multitude of languages, all telling you to live your life or give you the keys to time and alchemical equations to coincide with our blasphemous humanity within ourselves. 

Maybe if the clocks worked backwards instead of forward we would not worry about pain, suffering, and the loss in our lives because the passage of time would reverse the entirety of us all until we are just a fetus and then finally nothingness….

I guess the point of this is to explain that you decide how life works.  Why be sad in life when you are just one small fraction within multiple fractions within multiple people in the world.  So stop and think, “Why the hell are you living like you matter to anything ?  You don’t.  Nobody does…”