Today I met a friend.

My name is Good. I am a dog. I could not find myself. I searched and searched everywhere, for the True Master. A Master that will just love me the way I am. I‘m a rather shaky person, you see.

My previous Master did not love me.

I could feel it in all over my body, this hate. It would stop me from breathing. I would shake uncontrollably. Because I KNEW it was coming. He was never going to leave me alone. NEVER. 

NOTHING was going to change it.

So I had to leave him. I am a free Dog. 

Now that I am over the fence I can see the grass is so much greener.

Names.

I was talking to this lady that I drove to Vilnius (she was hitch-hiking). 
 After quite a while, I realized I didn't know her name. 
When I got home, I started thinking: why is it so often that we start a great conversation with a stranger and we forget to ask their name..? 

It dawned on me then - names are not important.

The Meaning.

Ever since the beginning of time man has wondered:
Why am I here?
Where am I going?
Is there a point to this?

I have been thinking about this for some time, as well.
I can't say I'm a very happy person. I am often disappointed by people. They never live up to my expectations. People are stupid. And I'm not mad. I'm disappointed.

But I think I'm starting to get it.


I spent all this time and energy on people I don't really know, wishing them to change when what I really needed to do was change myself.

We often say "One person cannot change the World." We forget that we are the World.

And how could I ever accept other people with their faults if I could never accept myself?

I am in a very...interesting place. I believe in things I never did before. Some might even say I have gone mad. I, however, have never felt this lucid in my life.