You don't have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body.
I know I should be more grateful, and thankful cause some people would probably kill to be in my position right now. Not that it's that great, but let's just say it's a tad bit too superb for me to deserve. But it's perplex, more than anything. A dilemma I have to somewhat resolve.
I think the problem with me is, I am never satisfied. It takes so much to satisfy me. And even then, I would find the tiniest speculation that reassures me I am yet fully satisfied. That's the problem with me. I'm not an ungrateful little child, just radically hard to satisfy.
2012 has just begun. Page 4 of 366, and I am wholly in all honesty grateful.
