What is the purpose of this large cliff in my life? What do I do if I jump off of it and the fall isnt where I want to be? What happens if my brain goes splat at the end of the tour? But can I afford to not take the ride and hope for the best?
So here your brain goes flying downward and you stop to look around for a bit. All of a sudden it's unfamiliar territory. Should you panic? Should you scream out in fear? Or should you order out for choclate ice cream and pizza and hang out?
So after sitting for a bit wondering just where it si your brain is headed from. So you stop and look up, but realise that it's a long way down and you're not to sure if it was really up you were from to begin with. So you start looking around, searching, trying to find that place that once was. You panic.
But you miss the places your brain passes on the way while you are to busy panicing. You miss out on some of the best things along the way because you aren't to sure just where you came from or where you're going.
When you finally notice this, you're someplace completely different.
Just something I was thinking about and will probably continue to do so later...