A small rant
Check yourself before you wreck yourself. HA!
Sorry, no room for second guessing, now that she has found her soul mate, there can only be concern for the starving children who have no savior. After going through the last of the boxes from the past 16 years, I must disagree. There were good times, there was laughter, there was love, and there was a point. Shame it was blocked out by the haze and clouds of depression and pity.
Get a grip and move on because now only things that matter are the things that mattered all along. Just forgotten in the endless abyss of trying to make someone happy that cannot be happy.
I want to be angry, but I get sad. I want to be sad, but I get jealous. I want to be jealous, but I get angry. Then, it stops. Of course I could be a better man. But watch out if you want to blame me. There are only two who know what happened, and you’re not one of them…
Grip gotten. Life hands us choices. Our choices form who we are. Pick the road, walk the road. Never complain because you made a poor choice. And who is to say a choice is poor. Even falling feels like flying, for a little while. Land, dust off, Continue. Stay bitter, resentful and angry and you will live such a wonderful and fulfilling life! Or… Just live. Every day. Not like it’s your last, dumbass. But like you want it to count for something. To someone other than yourself.
Old dogs and old men can learn, have learned and will learn new tricks. They just have the earned the right to choose when, where & how.
