Something weird has popped up behind the Driggs Community Center. I was sitting nearby using the free wifi to listen to Rush Limbaugh on TuneIn Radio (because the bus radio is broken) when I spotted this thing. It has ritualistic overtones and is either the work of bored teenagers or cosmically connected granola heads.
Speaking of the latter, I was driving my Victor kids to Driggs this afternoon and one of the older kids was asking the younger ones why were you born? The answers were pretty inane until one little kid answered I was told to come back.
Ok, it’s all starting to make sense now, except for the title of this post, which only has meaning to the geek heads I’ve been conversing with lately in the Microsoft Bing Maps Web Control Forum…
Indeed he was. When we don’t get it right in one life we need to come back to try again to get it right. That’s what I was told when I died and was told I had to go back, it wasn’t my time. This was the reason for my purpose in life. What’s yours??? lol
I do hope that young fellow accomplishes his purpose this lifetime.
I still don’t know my purpose. I’ve been given an insane number of breaks over my lifetime, which have allowed me to arrive here: solid, in shape, capable, addiction free, and floating through life with absolutely no purpose whatsoever…