Sometimes, late at night, I lie under the stars and I look into the heavens and I wonder, “What am I doing here? What could God have meant for me when He put me here on this Earth in this moment? If I have a purpose, where can I find a clue as to what it is – if I can even fathom it as a mere mortal? Should I look further into the stars? Or, perhaps, there is an infinite heaven because God is sending a message to us that the answer lies not out there but within ourselves.
And then I look within myself and I realize just why I am right there, in that moment.
Because I drank 15 shots of Jose Cuervo, and if I stand up I’m going to puke on my shoes.
And that puts it all in perspective.