Scatterwhat?

Mid-scattergram plotting I find myself thinking only of the brand new metro bus running on the W. Michigan line. The new seat covers and the brand new unscathed plastic environment gives me goosebumps ready to burst with excitement! No one seemed as impressed as I was. The blank stares of 8am along with the silent hum of the marvelous engine powering us all to class was mine to soak up. Should I even mention how perfect the clouds and sunshine are this morning you might pee yourself silly!

An assignment is due...now. I am working on the graphs of nine different bivariate measurements. Nine fricking graphs I tell you!!! My eyes are blood shot from the little dots I have plotted so far. In total there are 90 little pencil dots on three sheets of paper...I ask myself, "What is the use of all of this?!" I give up. I officially want to lay down and die, but not really cuz I sort of like this place. Things like the metro and the daffodils make life worth living. I wonder though, what does it even mean to say that life is worth living?

Worth, for my purposes, means deserving of. Life, therefore, is deserving of us living it. But, how do we define life? And for that matter, how do we define living? What does it mean to live? What does life give to us that we should find it necessary to live? Does one have to give in order to be deserving of something, especially something so spectacular as living? I am exploring this matter...

Maybe we find it in God. Maybe it is our memories that compel us. Maybe it's the challenge. Be it what it may for you, I hope that you find the reason life is deserving of you living it.

And the moon is the only light we'll see...

Do you ever have days that when you merely think of someone they call you on the phone within the hour? Yeah, it's like that today, twice. I enjoy it. It reminds me that there is SO much more to this whole life thing than we can ever know or will ever know. Then again, maybe there is no real connection at all. I'm seeking truth today.

Truth is in the way someone reacts when you say something awkward. It's when you're excited about something and people decide to join or to shut it out. Truth is watching people influence each other. It is in the hand of the woman I join with at church to pray and it is in the manner in which people physically touch each other. Truth is the bad words you scream after stubbing your toe and the praises you sing after scoring a goal. It's in a smile, a wink, a nod. It's avoiding eye contact or catching the eye of a beautiful stranger. It's the time you give to something else. Truth is our opinions, our aggression, our gratitude, our joy. Truth is in our seeking. It's in our trials and heartaches. Truth is our love and our passion. Truth is conviction. Open minds and open hearts. Truth is in everything. But then again, truth may not exist...he he he