there are times, like now, when I have to force myself to keep on writing, simply because there is nothing else that I would rather be doing, but some days it seems that it is just a little harder then others. well that is the way that it goes.
none of the people that I know, have it easy, or were born with a silver spoon in there mouth. the spoon that I had in my mouth when I was born, was made out of wood, so that settles that argument.
as for everything else, well the more that it changes, the more that it stays the same, and with every one of my days that goes by, it becomes more and more clear to me. not a very exciting life that I am leading, but it is the only one that I have, and the idea of coming through again, doesn't appeal to me. once through is enough thank you.
so it goes. press on regardless.