The black sheep

The black sheep that is me one who does things differently. For long as I remember I was like this difference it is what I am it is what I was and what I got the god made me or nature it does not matter but I know now that I am not to interfere them. My path is my own it is the path of my salvation they have to learn it by themselves. The time waits for no one I see, I hear and but I do not feel my mind is difference I was good at accepting the facts. Understanding things explaining things. But for them it is hard never thing that they will come around. No point of wasting time so I move on. The last log of my life. If anyone ever ask me of life or education or employment my answers will change form now on it is up to individual people to find out.

I am on my path. When Buddha gain enlighten he was not sure that people would understand but he was convince that they were smart enough to do it. In my case they were not. But for this them at this hour people will loose more than what they gain. Their belief will be their undoing. it will destroy them and I am the observer that watch them for all time I will keep my records for they work with heart not with wisdom and you cannot put wisdom in those brains. Simply they are more sensitive to feelings than the reasoning. So they will be picked and will be moved by others as they wish.