You can decide what you want to do in life, but I suggest doing something that

creates. Something that leaves a tangible thing once you're done. That way
even after you're gone, you will still live on in the things you created.

It was supposed to be a dream vacation. They had planned it over a year in

advance so that it would be perfect in every way. It had been what they had
been looking forward to through all the turmoil and negativity around them. It
had been the light at the end of both their tunnels. Now that the dream
vacation was only a week away, the virus had stopped all air travel.

Hopes and dreams were dashed that day. It should have been expected, but it
still came as a shock. The warning signs had been ignored in favor of the
possibility, however remote, that it could actually happen. That possibility had
grown from hope to an undeniable belief it must be destiny. That was until it
wasn't and the hopes and dreams came crashing down.

There wasn't a whole lot he could do at that moment. He played the situation
again and again in his head looking at what he might have done differently to
make the situation better. No matter how many times he relived the situation
in his head, there was never really a good alternative course of action. There
simply wasn't a whole lot he could have done in that particular moment.

Things aren't going well at all with mom today. She is just a limp noodle and
wants to sleep all the time. I sure hope that things get better soon.

Brock would have never dared to do it on his own he thought to himself. That
is why Kenneth and he had become such good friends. Kenneth forced Brock
out of his comfort zone and made him try new things he'd never imagine doing
otherwise. Up to this point, this had been a good thing. It had expanded
Brock's experiences and given him a new appreciation for life. Now that both
of them were in the back of a police car, all Brock could think was that he
would have never dared do it except for the influence of Kenneth.

The irony of the situation hadn't escaped her. She had taken years to sculpt the
perfect persona with the perfect look that she shared on Instagram. She knew
her hundreds of thousands of followers envied that life she showed and stayed
engaged with her because they wanted that life too. The truth was that she
wanted the perfect life she portrayed more than any of her fans. The fact was
that despite all the perfection she shared on social media, her life was actually
more of a mess than most.

There had to be a better way. That's all Nancy could think as she sat at her
desk staring at her computer screen. She'd already spent five years of her life
in this little cubicle staring at her computer doing "work" that didn't seem to
matter to anyone including her own boss. There had to be more to her life
than this and there had to be a better way to make a living. That's what she
was thinking when the earthquake struck.

Eating raw fish didn't sound like a good idea. "It's a delicacy in Japan," didn't
seem to make it any more appetizing. Raw fish is raw fish, delicacy or not.

My pincher collar is snapped on. Then comes the electric zapper collar. Finally,
my purple at-home collar is taken off and I know I’m going for a walk to the
dog park. I’m so excited to see my friends. I hope Spike or Thunder are there
already. They're the most fun to chase and tumble with. My human is pretty
strict with me. I’m only allowed on the grass and not on the sidewalks. I think
she’s afraid I’m going to jump on the other humans. I don’t understand why
everyone else gets to jump on the benches and run wild on the sidewalks. They
don’t listen to their humans. I know I could ignore mine but if I do she may zap