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Very often I wish that I could live in a perfect world wherein I could enjoy my life and freedom without unjustifiable outside interference. (I could care less about love if there's none, but I would certainly do my part to help others should they need it.) Yet I am, too, a human being or a sinner (do I sound too religious?) of this imperfect world, and I've realised that I cannot avoid but sometimes have to suffer the seemingly inevitable frustration, anger, sadness and pain. What a fine mess! What should I do? Should I set sail for a port of refuge? Please forgive me, my cyber friends, as I'm not in a very good mood tonight, and I hope I will not pass the bug to you.... |
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