My mind keeps getting pulled in different directions. I’m not sure where I’m going or what I’m supposed to be doing in this world so I’ve decided that I’m justing going to go where life takes me.

I think about things sometimes…This morning I thought about how many times I had heard the phrase suicide mission while I was eating breakfast. What does that even mean though. You set out on something know your eventually going to die/fail at the end of the day… BUT you die knowing that you might have saved a life, a life that could have been a family member or a close friend. That’s life.