In what ever form it may be.
Have you ever felt alone?
Why am I here?
Where do I belong?
Am I doing what I want to do, or what I am supposed to be doing?
Why did this happen?
Who am I?
What do I believe?
Questions that any ordinary, average, rich, poor, meek, subtle person has asked before.
And we are no different.
We are all here for purpose, meaning, and life... its bad enough without thinking.
Discuss here the overwhelming burden of life's mistakes, troubles, and joys.
For those who not only think but also love, hate, feel, and react.
I welcome you.
"Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetr..