Listless Writing

It is in times of peril and great self discovery we thwart our cynism towards life. It is in breathing and partially coming to terms with our bodily actions we seem to live out our existences. Time seems to run out of our hands every time we are not looking. Holding time is precisely what will make us understand ourselves. This not an exercise on redemption, it is more like a journey i want each and every one of you to take. I hope to get some insight into why I am who I am?