I know there is more to life than these things. I suppose that’s where volunteering and spirituality come in. Those things answer the questions that we have about purpose. Perhaps this should be my activity with my uncle (father’s brother again) on Tuesday nights.
When am I going to start living my life? “Today can be the first day of the rest of your life.” Yeah, right. I think I need a plan. Would a plan work for my love life? Doubtful. But I know I need to put more effort into it if I’m to have one at all. I guess my question might be how. Even before that should be, what atttributes am I looking for?
Who am I? Would I have followed in my father’s footsteps if he never had MS? Would I have made my own path?
I have always tried to avoid the what would have been questions in that regard. Perhaps they serve to assist in answering why questions, but where have those gotten me?
It is life that I have missed out upon. And it is my fear that nothing will change even if I do have the time to change it.
Perhaps it was destiny to end up at this job.
There’s someone for everyone – except those who feel sorry for themselves.
The darkness wakes. The darkness has always been.
No one ever wants to read a dull tragedy.
It seems I’m much more attractive if I don’t let my hair grow too much. I just need to get my hair cut every two months or so. Just to make life interesting, I get my hair cut in Cherry Hill.
On my way to work today, I sort of put together a schedule of things I wanted to do when I got home. Have I followed it? Not exactly, but I did do most of the things I intended to accomplish in the schedule. Which means that my room is actually a little neater. (I can see the carpet so to speak.)
Why do I wait for all the women to send a message to me? Especially when that’s against the cultural norm.
1 comment:
You should totally shave your head.
Ross
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