What is life?
No one knows.
But if you think about it, who cares?
If we worry about what life is, we can't live to its fullest.
This rant (yes im going to rant and rave at you bizzybutlazy) is special to me because I am in some big trouble with the 50.
Don't ask why because it's a personal matter but what I mean is that if you worry about what
you're SUPPOSED to do in life. You'll run out of time to do it.
By no means do I mean go out and get in trouble with the 50 purposely. But don't always worry.
Be happy.
Life is good if you deal with it optimistically.
Keep friends close, and have no enemies. Hate is just one of those retarded (no im not PC) road blocks in life.
Anything you accomplish because of hate is in vain. It's worthless to your soul.
And what is it if a man gains the world, becomes the pro footballer or basketballer, but loses his soul in the process?
Live on in peace, and never revel in hate. It'll hurt you more.
Peace out
