Watching The Wheels by John Lennon

I remember a ten-year old me crying his eyes out when he heard John Lennon was shot and killed.  I was lying in my bed, listening to American Top 40 with Casey Kasem.  I loved the Beatles since the time I learned what music was.  I always hoped for a reunion.  With one bullet, I knew that would never happen.

My son is now ten.  Life is a cycle, and the wheels keep turning.  Quite a few people ask why I blog, for free, when I could be doing so many other things.  I can’t explain it, no matter how hard I try.  It just feels like something I need to do right now.   Every thing I have done with this blog has led me down the path one step further.  I won’t stop until I find out the answers to the questions that plague my mind.  The further I go, new questions are asked.  I would rather journey through life having asked the questions than just blindly accepting things the way they are.