Strange Rant

People wonder sometimes why I don't get attached to material things as mush as some people4 do. Could be my religion of Joshism or it could it could be I don't have time to be somber as much as some people do. Some people block out pain, I don't, I let it wash over me and accept it as it is. Some might say that I have disillusions of grandeur but I know a little and guess the rest. I try to give my self to so many people yet when I become selfish I seem to upset so many. Maybe I would be happier to be a hermit somewhere or live a few hundred years ago. Sometimes I wake up and think of all the people that have gone through my life and smile, appreciating all of the small trivial things that make those moments so unique with those people.

Tribulations and salutations to all the people I know and those that call me friend, some might say friend is a four letter word but friends I have no matter where I go it seems as I make my rounds in this life knowing as little as I actually know still seeming to impress. Some say I speak in riddles whilst I speak plainly dwelling on lore where my heart and soul rest to each day I postulate some new means to the end with some help of my friend. To prepare for the future but look upon the past for inspiration as I seem to crawl through this life of mine. but it does tend to be a very fulfilling crawl if that is what it is