I was watching the discovery channel tonight and heard some scientist say that the source of life is not earth. We are just able to survive because of the strategic positioning of the earth. That’s why it can hold water on its surface in liquid form and blah blah blah. What caught my attention though was when she said that humans, who are willing to go the distance to find signs of life in space, might actually be the aliens. How so? If earth wasn’t the source of life, then what was? Food for thought.

It makes me wonder though, if there are other life forms out there somewhere, maybe civilizations, do they exists as humans do? Do they try to live the same way we do? Do they go through ‘life’ as we know it?

Life is hard, that we were made to understand by our parents. But seeing things unfold in your life as they confuse you at the same time makes you question the importance of your very existence.

Sometimes I imagine myself being a millionaire. Have you ever had a dream of walking back to your neighborhood one day richer than everyone? So rich that even the women you desired walk up to you like...”Hey Rob! Damn I wish I knew that you would be rich.” Yeah that feeling, knowing that you have accomplished everything in this world, now ‘money talks’. How would I answer these women though? “Should’ve asked girl.” Then I walk away into the sunset, not thinking about how that answer made them feel. All that’s in my head at the time is my money

Life is funny. What about if you met someone you knew in your past and they are richer than the word itself? You meet this girl you went to college with at a fancy restaurant you saved money for a month to go to. You see her there and remember how back when you were still on fat scholarships and when you were too busy to pay attention to people. You have to ask her how she’s been because it’s the least you owe her anyway. You start remembering the days when you hit it on the first night and you weren’t proud of it. Of course, you boned her in your dorm room then kicked her out of it, never called back, even after you promised you would. Thoughtful-less right?

So you’re in this restaurant with her trying to politic with her but inside her she knows you are a misogynist. Why? Because your prerogative was to never commit after you hit it. But now, she’s standing there and by the way she’s looking at you, you realize that when you hit it she never forgot about it. She never forgot about how you promised to call but didn’t. She stares dead at your face and before the conversation moves on, she tells you, “Before you ask me anything, I want you to know that you are not worth shit...”

Richer than the word itself she walks away.

Life is funny. Tread carefully.