Little Chief's humbe rants
In this world of splendor it is not splendid. Why so much pain in such a beautiful place? In my simplicity, I cry for all wounded, all abandoned, all the happy people, for all of us are in the same boat, looking at our watches, our lives in photos, or empty faces abound and surround our nothingness. Do any of us really know why we are here? It pains me to keep asking these questions to the universe, with no easy answer. Give to the less fortunate, I've been on that ride. Give advice, love and be loved, I've been on that ride. Are you weary? Do you question your purpose? Can you feel me, reaching out. I am weary INFJ'S, or anyone who can truly hear the battle cry of war, the war against our senses. Humanities downfall to the darkside. Will it ever end, this constant barrage of good vs. evil. I am one of the good guys and my heart is heavy, again can you hear me!!!!