A few days ago, me and my brother talked in the car for alittle bit. We were talking mostly about life. We talked about how it kind of sucks just going through the motions in life. Work, go home, and repeat. Now those things aren’t bad, but that’s how the cycle of life for most people is. Many days I’ve gotten up and have really gotten up because I felt like I had to, I felt like I had no real reason to get up. Don’t we feel like that sometimes? I sometimes wonder near the end of our lives, will everything that we did be worth it, and if we lived life to the fullest.