On the way to work, as the multitudes of people in their fast cars zipped by me, I thought that it all seems so undoing. That is as a child we grow, and look to the future with the thought that we have so much time before us. That certainly prooved to be a falsehood. Then for a period of time we believe that we have no regrets for the time gone by and once again we are saddly mistaken.
Before we know it we are upon a cusp where most of our years are spent and we have less left than we have had already. It can be difficult to find the joy in that fact so I believe that I will find joy in the fact that I just made some idiot miss his light and he is still back there flipping me the bird as I drive away.
Who the Hell
- ricit
- Home in Southern California, California, United States
- Think of the person who tries to help when you don't want any, better yet, some one you know that when something is wrong they are the first one you think of. That is not me. I don't ever use sarcasm as a cutting tool with which to disect your reality.
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