Let's be honest. Do we think the end is impending? Is doom on the horizon? Do I deserve good things? have I paid any dues? And what is good? Only time will tell. Maybe. But, I'm doubtful, to be quite honest with you and it's so sad.

"No, I don't do drugs anymore, either. But I'll tell you something about drugs. I used to do drugs, but I'll tell you something honestly about drugs, honestly, and I know it's not a very popular idea, you don't hear it very often anymore, but it is the truth: I had a great time doing drugs. Sorry. Never murdered anyone, never robbed anyone, never raped anyone, never beat anyone, never lost a job, a car, a house, a wife or kids, laughed my ass off, and went about my day."

~Bill Hicks

Why do we desire going home? And for that matter, what is home? I do know we aren't there. But, are you there? It's hard to be the only one convinced they're right. It becomes you against the world. Just the way we like it. Was there no other way? But, to embrace going home. One has to do that first before we know anything. It's the hope that it's everything we wished it would be. And if it isn't, then the jokes on me. Funny how nothing ever really changes.