The riddle of life...

They say "c'est la vie". They say "que sera". They say "to each his own". They say "ohhhh well". They say "don't sweat the small stuff". But who is they? And how the hell do "they" know so much??

Life is a crazy ball of wax. Ever changing. Ever morphing. Ever becoming that which is and that which is not.

I don't know what to think anymore. I wish I had the answers. I wish I could write the book of life. I wish I had such knowledge that would alleviate all doubt. But I don't.

But do any of us, really? I mean, we each add our own piece to the puzzle, but do any of us ever really have the piece to complete it?

I think that in our quest to complete it, we end up making it a never-ending mystery. And life is just that, a riddle, an enigma. One which has no definitive answer. One which just when you think you have it figured out, you realize there's a new level, one that's even more difficult than the last. And we're forced to keep trying to solve it.

So is there an answer? Is there really something or someone that can solve the mysteries? Or should we just stop trying and then MAYBE the universe would send us the answer? Maybe that is the answer...stop trying and all would be revealed.

Hehehehe. Good luck with that!