Sometimes when I wake up, I feel like I’m still sleeping. I feel like all the colors and shapes of the world have collided and all I can do is just sit there and watch.
I think a person’s heart has a way of turning off when it can’t find reason. I guess that’s why nature has always had an inspiring presence. Everything follows a purpose.
I guess we’re missing something.
Why do we struggle to breathe a more righteous breath, when we all end up in the same place?
I’d like to hope our history is worth remembering. An imprint of careful design. A feeling of heartfelt purpose. And a sense of hope for something bigger than ourselves.
Then maybe I’ll wake up.
There are people in life who can teach you all the lessons in life you’ll ever need to know. But it takes a certain kind of person to keep teaching you long after they’ve been gone. For the last twelve years, my grandfather has taught me more in death than he did in life.
Phil Aumen was…
When I wake up in the morning, sometimes I wonder why I don’t just stay in bed and forget about the rest of the day. More than once I’ve asked myself “What am I doing with my life?” Perhaps the most nagging aspect of my life right now is determining why I do what I do.
One half of the equation…
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