Happy equinox…
Sitting here on what is now the day after the equinox by two whole minutes listening to Clocks by Coldplay, wishing everything I had to do was over already. Wondering where my friends are. Feeling tied to my past because this has happened before. But I was scared and alone then and too skinny…not that it matters. I still wonder why when the going gets tough, the friends get going. All but a few, and even they I think are scared and don’t know how to help or what to do, and can’t seem to ask.
The family that should know better never does. The life of my father is just another case in point on the matter altogether.
Life is suffering.
But who said we have to suffer alone?
Where are you?
It is true that life is suffering.
It is true that life is happiness.
I read this post and wonder if I am mis-reading it.
Dangit I have a Piggie on my lap, makes it quite difficult to type.
Do me a favor please. Write to my email what this message means. I read it and feel that you are feeling alone, isolated, on an island.
Am I correct?