If you knew you would die tomorrow...what would you do? Who would you call? How would you spend your final moments?
We spend so much time on things that don't matter. In jobs or relationships that don't fulfill us...with a bunch of "stuff" that may or may not make us happy. But if you knew that you would die tomorrow...what would be important to you then?
Are you afraid of the dark?
Or are you really afraid of the silence? The solitude?
“Experience teaches us that silence terrifies people the most.” Bob Dylan.
I belive that racism is still alive and kicking in the United Staes. And i think that we can see it in every aspect of our lives.
I got out of the shower and wiped off the fog from the mirroe. Looked at my self for a good five minutes and came up with conclusion: (warning: it all won't be nice and it definitely won't be down grading. this is my person opinion)
