Watching my family fall apart piece by dysfunctional piece. Feeling the reality settle in again that nothing, no nothing, is permanent. Everything fades. And it seems that when it’s down to the wire, everyone is the same and there is no escaping disappointment.

If this is human nature, the cycle of things, then why bother at all. Nothing lasts forever. No one seems to love forever. It’s all a selfish act and instant gratification seems to previal in the end. Consequences are never considered until its too late.

I reckon I should be thankful my process started and ended in only the fraction of a life time. Lessons learned and burns slowly heal if you stay away from the flames. How are you suppose to believe in something that you’ve never seen except on silver screen. I don’t want to become anything I’ve known. But what else is there.