Ten Minutes

To talk about life and post it.
Well what is there to say about life? We are born into this world, taken in by DNA from dear old mommy and daddy or the neighbor and mommy. But one way or another we're given something. A soul, many call it. A life every one says.
And then the age old question: what happens in our life? Whatever you make of it. You can be a pilot, a teacher, a garbage man collector. The options are plenty. And it all depends on what you love, versus how far you would go for attaining such a love.
Not many people realize that what they love is often confused with whom they love. Who a person loves and what a person loves to do are two completely different things. But then they show their love and nine months later, neglect and abuse are born.
And then you hopefully see them grow up to be what you could never achieve. Hope and pray they don't turn out to be like you. And then they live their lives and you never did or allow history to repeat itself. In the end it all goes down to how you raise the child. How you want to at least.
And finally, death. Sweet sweet release of depression and angst that went on in their lives. But in the end, they can look back and see what they did. Many will wish that they made different choices. While others would nod their heads and say look at all that I did in my life.
I hope I get to do that too when it comes for me to jump ship.