Thought # 1

Where does one put thier uttermost deepest thoughts. I'm struggling with the truth, I mean what is the truth. How does one know what is real and what isn't real. We all watch movies, read newspapers and do other cupious things but what is the truth? How do I know that someone hasn't changed the Bible? I don't, how can one know something when reality is that they only know what somewants them to know. We only know some ones point of view, what some one thinks of something! Tell me I'm wrong, tell me that you know every thing you know from a unbiased and un altered experience you had. You can't!!! What is the point of life, its like we are all just revolving around views and hopes nothing that we can stand on. We hope that when we pray we are praying to an ultimate God. I don't get life, who prospers from life? Why have we as people fallen so low, the only logical answer I could come up with was freedom. Eg. The new song friday by rebecca black, ok its not the worlds best song and some people think its lame but what gives us a right to go tell he to die. numerous amounts of people have told her to go and slash her wrists because her life isn't worth living? How can we stoop so low we were given the freddom of speech and that is how we use it. . Going back to the truth thing, I want the truth, all truths are easy to understand the hard part is to uncover them. Honesty is a virtue with or with out religion, so why do you and I struggle with it? Why is it a battle for people every day. If you died now, like right now would you be content with your life, content with all the lies you told, the mask you wore and the people you hurt. Does that make you happy, does that make you enjoy life? Where does religion fit into this, religion is just another meaningless word thats pushed into people.  Even the worst of people want love? Love still hasn't lost its meaning, but what is the meaning of love? I think it means something different to each person. My version of love for a while up to recently was movie love, romantic stuff and the ultimate aim was a boyfriend. It crushed me that I never got a boyfriend at that point in my life but I don't see that as an excuse to act like my life is miserable. To whom is my life miserable, to only me. I don't know the truth about my life, I don't know the story behind what happens in my life. Maybe if I knew the truth my life would be better but the truth now days is like telling a lie when your litttle you never tell a lie and as you grow up, you never tell the truth.