A moment's rage...

My time is not my own, and never will be. It belongs to those people around me that I deem to be most important. Now, a large part of my waking hours are devoted to a job that I sometimes love and sometimes hate, but even here the effort is to be the provider for my son. I am not so self-centered that I feel that I must have things come to me, or always go my way, but I do see myself as the center of my universe... as you are the center of yours, and we all are complete universes of our own, pushing our own limits, exploring our pasts, and being weary of the future. When viewed as a collective, it is a crime what appears. We are on a collective path of self destruction as we poison our world, and wage multiple wars of genocide, and oppressing masses for the perverted power hungry few. Damn... It's time to fix supper for my son.

Ahhhhaa.... (sigh) Supper actually turned out OK. Red beans & rice, there was some kind of meat & yellow corn for the splash of color and juicy texture. I am not bitter at the world (unless I think about it). It has actually been one hell of a month... a death to deal with, two hurricanes, the democratic convention, Olympics, cyber-sex and camping with the boy. There is another storm on the way, and the republicans are having their party in N.Y.C. September will bring soccer and cooler nights. I will make a concerted effort to find a date that requires little or no money, spend more time on the farm, and answer the question that was triggered by the lyrics... "if you can't be with the one you love... love the one your with" I am not trying to define love, but I do wonder... is there magic... are the fireworks real... where do the butterflies come from ???