How many reasons have you sought for your existence and how many reasons have you thought fit to squander on a reason to live to see a sight like this?
To think that there was a lifeguard to save us from drowning in 3 feet of water. Well, perhaps she was there to save the little kids from drowning. But what about us grown-ups who wallow in the depths of our own insanity?
A small rock that we decide to stand in front of, with our hands folded and we look for answers and sometimes we find them - why don't we find the answers when we're looking for them? Why?
It was on a cold, rainy Saturday that yours truly decided to venture out to the temple and this is how it always is, isn't it - things look pretty when they're pretty - why do things look pretty like that?