The futility of living in cold climates. The cold gets to you. Melancholy. Depression perhaps is too powerful a word. Over eating. Underexercising. Laziness. Bullshit ideaologies. Anger at one self. Torrents of rain and anger in shards of glass. Becoming old fashioned and no longer having the drive. The futility of age and loneliness. There is nothing like youth and envy of the old towards the young. The desire to tell them how to live ther lives. The need to tell them to grow from within. The philosophy that will break the mould. The ideaology that makes it worthy of speech. The belief that in goodness there s spiritualsim. True knowledge. Not downloaded musings but my own. Who wants to listen and pay for it?
Life as I knew it. Just working on my gut and daily mood. The flavour of the day dictated it. So did it help. Yes. I survived. And now? Can I recapture that? Does it ring right? Or have I created my own barriers ?
