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The mind is a window through which we view the world. There are varying views on what the mind is. Is it just the brain and electricity? Is it something more difficult to understand, like a soul? Perhaps a combination of the two? One thing that is largely agreed upon is this. It is who we are. As we go through life, we are almost constantly beset by things that stress us out. That impact who we are in some way. Most of the time, it is a passing thing, a small stress that comes and goes, leaving no large mark on us. This happens to windows too. Of course, a window doesn't have the same stresses we, as people, do. It does have them though in

A Means to an End The galaxy has always been an amazing thing to those who inhabit it. It’s many mysteries, always seemingly just out of reach. Once one believes they understand something, the galaxy defies that understanding. There are many unexplored places, of course, even within the mapped areas of the galaxy. There are vast expanses of space that no one has ventured into, because there has never been any reason to. There is simply nothing there to see. Of course, every once and a while someone will find something that another missed, but never anything big, usually just the debris of a long gone solar system. Then there are thos

I lost myself, a long time ago Everything I was Everything I knew It's all gone And now, I find myself here And I'm having to rebuild what was lost Start over from scratch Relearn, everything It's said that life's journey Is worth all the pain That the dreams we chase Can become real, if we let them I don't know who I am What I'm meant to be All I know, is that I knew it once And I lost it I know that things have changed Who I was meant to be Is not this, nor what I'm meant to be now But, I'm figuring this life out For the longest time I didn't care And then I met some people who did I learned to care again Now, I just