Sitting here in my room, listening to a mixture of jazz, both old and new, and the classics, both old and new, and wishing for another place, another time, another chance at greatness. Knowing that it will all come true, if I work hard enough, pray hard enough, believe hard enough. It is one of the few things that I have in my life that is totally mine. I totally unique view of what it is that I want to do and what it is that I want to be. To be able to live mu life, if not totally on my own terms, then to at least live a life that others will either admire me for, or simply walk away from me, and let me be.
Yet there is a real world out there, with real problems, with real people, with really dreams of there own. Wanting nothing more then just to live there lives as best as there abilities will let them. It is not all that complicated really. Life was never meant to be this way. If life is complicated, it is because we have made it complicated. My life is complicated enough, or so it would seem, and I do not need to be adding to the pile, but there are times when I simply do not have much of a choice in the matter.
If I am going to live a life and not totally isolate myself, there will come a time when the only thing that I can do is just keep everything to a minimum, and just live and left live when the situation warrants it. The question is being able to know the difference. Sometimes it may take a lifetime to figure all of this out, and then, it simply may be to late, or is there such a thing as being to late. Well only time will tell.
It’s all good. So it goes. Press on regardless.