Wednesday morning. I had someone call me at work bright and early this morning who was all chipper and happy sounding. This is while I am sitting here wondering why I am and where I am. I often chose the mornings to ponder the real meaning of life. I think it's because I am asking myself this as I am laying in my bed sleeping soundly and hear this obnoxious sounding alarm clock a few feet away. Somehow, at this point, the real meaning of life escapes me. I am not seeing all the wonder and beauty. Next thing I know the dreaded clock is screeching again and another eight minutes of my life has passed by. So, what is the meaning of life?
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