I have been going through a funny time.
I would call it rough, but that would be a misnomer. And inaccurate. Ever though of the fact that what we think of life is just not that bad, as we thought it is?
Am home at the moment. Sunday evening. I should be out partying. End of year parties. Kuchu. Couple that I should have been attending. Have not, so breaking some people’s hearts. But that will do.
I am home, seated, stomach is full, mind is alert, music on the radio- slows, western, the kind that seem to be a staple Sunday evening on the fm stations here.
Not many people are having it this good. So I am fine, as far as I can figure it. But my mind and heart are itching. New year on the way. I look back at the old, and wonder about the things that I have not been able to do. Life is passing by, and I do want to have somethings done. A specific something actually. Hoped that it would have been done this year, but, well, it wasn’t.
The year is winking out of existence. A new year is coming in, and I am thinking of resolutions. They happen to be very selfish, this time. Don’t see a need to make them less so. And selfish can be very lovely, in a way.
A selfless life can be little fun.