I am not a big fan of all the e-mail that beams from one computer to the next. It's almost as if these messages about life, home, values and mutual responsibility have a life of their own. They seem to move in pre-established patterns across the country, until the cycle begins all over again, with you finally realizing you are looking at the same messages again. It's not that I have anything against any of these above mentioned subjects, it's just that as far as my motivation is concerned, survival dictates I stay busy. Staying busy for me doesn't mean getting teary-eyed over someone else's problems. It's just that some of this stuff is about "two and a half clicks off center."
But, every so often something appears on the screen that makes you shake your head or scratch your chin. Something that makes it almost worthwhile to wade through the other stuff, looking for the meaning of life. Sometimes there are days when you wonder how some people can close their eyes at night to sleep. I am not one to often question the meaning of life. I find the busier I keep myself, the less time I have to worry about other thoughts concerning the meaning of life. In fact, its been good to me and mine. Despite that, I sometimes find myself thinking about the hidden day-to-day distractions that confront me.