Good things

I've been thinking lately about the good and bad things in life. The good things: a good cup or pint, the people in your life who are "as good as the spring itself," the smell of leather, the sound of rain on the roof, the clarity that comes after a day of hard work. The list goes on.
The bad things: conflicting interests, humidity, futility, reality TV, most music played on the radio, dependency (on unwholesome things.) The list goes on.

But the best thing in life is purpose - knowing where you stand, what you stand for, what you stand on, what you understand, and what you stand under. But I know anyone who knows all of these things. Even if you do have a conrete idea, it is more of a concrete block, which you spend the rest of your life chipping and cracking to define it more clearly. And if you're like me you have the curse of finding this process very fascinating. And I want nothing more than to have this concrete block reach its final form, but I also don't want that because then what else would I do with my life?

I love what I do every day, that is with the exception of working at Cheddar's. I love sifting through all the literature of God and man and religion and morality. And all these things are ultimately important and applicable and yet much of it is very specific and true or not, relatively insignificant. What would I do with all the answers? Would I help other people understand things that helped them to live better, fuller, lives? Would I feel like I knew more than everyone else? It's all very important and very amusing. People are funny. Life is funny. There my aphorism of life.