February 7, 2013

  • life has a way of teaching me lessons I don't want to learn, of forcing me to ask questions I do not want answered.

    I always wondered why most older people I have known were so cynical, it's obvious now. I know why I'm becoming that way. It's the only way I have to protect my heart. I don't feel less these days, the pain still burns and stabs me, it's just easier to hide. heh... practice makes perfect...

    A young man died, young enough to be my son. Conditioned by the society he was part of he died proving that he couldn't escape. I kept asking myself why he couldn't see what his choices were doing to him, but I think he did see. At least it seems that way now... he'd been to the doctor, had his med's... and still chose the habits that killed him.

    sigh... too many questions today, and no answers...

    safer not to ask...