Everyone has dual natures, whether it Saccarin sweet and fuzzy, or dark and deadly. Everyone has a personal facade, a mask that they wear. I know I have a splendid array of masks that I wear daily... Sad, Happy, Depressed, Inspired... its all the same.
What is different for everyone is the timing. When we choose to wear the masks and how we choose to wear them is what makes us unique.
Hell we all know that we aren't going to get out of life alive... the question is... how much fun are we going to have along the way.. Will death really be worth the road trip to get there? Will this life be memorable or miserable enough to be etched into my soul for the next life?
A ramble... More to come I suppose...
