Sometimes I read something so jaw-dropping, so unbelievable that I can’t even fathom that someone put pen to paper, fingers to keyboard or formed their lips to utter certain words much less formulate certain thoughts.
All I want is a peaceful journey through the minefield of life. Just a place to go to be left alone and to step off the treadmill headed to more of the same. That long and winding road strewn with the rubble of our dreams destroyed.
Call it what you will, sense of self, consciousness, identity or whatever – I’ve been me for a very long time. I was watching an old television series that first ran when I was about 16 or 17 and it transported me back to those days.