I ask the universe for signs and answers all the time. I get them but I’d rather they hand me a manual for living my life.
I’ve gained many years on this planet. I have almost nothing to show for it except the collection of thoughts in my head. I’ve met many people from all parts of society the truly destitute to the those who command fortunes greater than any human ever needs.
I’ve been ill, I’ve been well. There is nothing strikingly original about me or my hopes and dreams.
I still make wishes, I set goals, it would just be so much better to know so the path was less bumpy and I could avoid wasting time.