Life, The Universe, and Everything
This will be my 500 th blog post, and possibly the most important (in my mind at least) thing I will ever write. About a year ago, I figured out the meaning of life. My meaning of life, that is. And now, since this is my blog and I can do what I want, I will share it with you. As a disclaimer, I want to say that I grew up very Catholic. I went through the sacraments, 12 years of Catholic school, was an altar server, etc. I also have a Born-Again background due to my father’s side of the family and my mother’s recent conversion. I have since recounted both of these religions in favor of my own personal philosophies. My mother’s feelings on religion are actually a very sore subject with me. I love her with all of my heart, and I hope she is happy with the life she has chosen for herself, but I believe she is making things much more difficult than they could or should be. And maybe that's another reason I wanted to post this. She won't let me explain to her how I feel