As my life carries on through my thirties, I still sit and ponder the true meaning of life. --Does anyone fully understand? --Is life a statement, question, or exclamation? --Does life contain the answers? --Will life give the simple mind clarity? As confused and twisted as my mind is, I will still maintain the assumption that time will work everything out. Shit, don't get me started on time. This life seems to desensitize and misinterpret pretty much everything it doesn't want to comprehend or take the time to understand. With this in mind, I would sure like to emphasize the fact that life is undoubtedly meant to be lived! Happy, joyful, regretful, enhanced, exciting, intermittent--these are all words that tend to describe and interpret life. Now, understand that what you are about to read and put your mind through is my mind's interpretation of this so-called life. Well, at least of the last year or so. You will experience the ups and downs in my emotions. Just know that there is no fairy tale ahead of you in this morbid piece of modern-day literature. Proceed with caution, but enjoy!