Accidents Happen

Some people would say "they hate to say this" but the truth is accidents happen. That's what life is all about. If we were to know what was going to happen we'd call it literature. Though the two have been known to follow the other.
Anyway you slice it though, there is a lot going on that we don't know even in our most sacred and intimate lives, something will always go a skew. Why? What's the point? How come I have to be better the rest and know more? Is there really some reason to go through all that?
For me, my answer is yes. I think certain aspects of our lives happen in order for us to deal with what's to come as well as believe that in order to understand is a capability of growing and aspiring into something more grander then any possible design originally imagined. In terms of the literally sense of living each pain, suffering, and heartache is complete bullshit. I'd most definitely would prefer a much more peaceful life. Unfortunately though, without all that pain and suffering we wouldn't be human. The one difference that separates us from other mammals and creatures in general, is our capability to experience these things. No creature other than human needs to survive on it. All they need is food, shelter, and for some a communal environment. The actual experience(s) is uniquely to humans. Gotta love being us. =)



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Short Stories


Hmm....short story... short story. You know, I need some inspiration. I can't write a short story without some inspiration. Do you have some music playing? What are you thinking?
I'm thinking yes and maybe no. I'm not too sure. I'm just guessing here. But short story... short story. Would you like it about life, beauty or love? How about none of the above and take something a little more daring? I bet you would like that. Hmm...
I got it. There was once this bullfrog who loved to drink wine. He always had some very mighty fine wine. *smile* No? Heard that one before? I know. There is a song with that same story. I never said I wrote original.
Irony anybody?
So, how long should the story be? Short can mean many different things to different people. This here could be considered short. Longer better. How about the story itself? Should it be a traditional story with a beginning, climax, and ending, with a simple theme? Or, could I go any way I become inspired? Letting the words just flow straight through me, surprisingly making some what sense or better yet, hide it in a garble of words. Enigma! Genius! I got it! Ready?!
. . . . Lost it. So close. Hmm... short story....short story.