The Chalk Man

by C.J. Tudor

We think we want answers. But what we really want are the right answers. Human nature. We ask questions that we hope will give us the truth we want to hear. The problem is, you can’t choose your truths. Truth has a habit of simply being the truth. The only real choice you have is whether to believe it or not.

BEING AN ADULT is only an illusion. When it comes down to it I’m not sure any of us ever really grow up.

For who are we if not the sum of our experiences, the things that we gather and collect in life? Once you strip those away we become just a mass of flesh, bone and blood vessels.

Real friends are there, no matter what. Real friends are people you love and hate in equal measure but who are as much a part of you as yourself.

Kids, from the moment they’re born, they fill your heart with love…and terror.