So my bestfriend has decided to start blogging…im so proud of her, would mean a lot to me if you could check it out 🙂
Life. It’s weird, it’s fun, exciting and sometimes can be blatantly rubbish. But still, we always crave more of it. More time to do work, homework, spend time with friends. All great things but sometimes I wonder how it came about? The little things that mean the most, why do they? (Mean the most that is). Why are we all different? Why do some of us prefer an active life over a sedentary one or visa versa? Why do some people like peanut butter and others dont? However, if or you sit here thinking why? We’ll never get anywhere, will we? (Rhetorical question;) ).
Anyway, a little thought for you all to ponder: why do we always think why?
Blogger 1 (and Yes I’ve still not got round to thinking of a more intellectual name)