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.