Mr-Sheppy

The individual    -          At birth we are a blank slate, ready to accept the carvings; distinguishing marks of life matters, associations, events and experiences. The carvings are always unique just as all peoples (canvases/slates) are unique in texture, width and shape (the mind and body), just as it takes a long while for an artist to fully realize his work, so must it take an extended period of time for the individual (carving) to be fully developed. Each person is a work of art which enters a state of development once he/she is conceived in the womb and all events which may or may not happen in such a persons’ life are nothing

I am 21 years old so why do I feel like I am 100 years old; an old man, waiting to die alone? Why does it seem like I no longer know how to interact with people? Why does it seem like I am at the end, the bitter end of an existence long forgotten? Why can't I remember the joy of youth; was there no joy there, or was I never a youth? I am labeled as if I am nothing more than a product on a shelf. Some say I am psychic, others say I am a sorceror, and some say I am an indigo child. Whatever is said means nothing more to me than the rain to the occean. I am a human being? No. I am a soul who has a body not a body who has a soul, my existence her