Some things are really just not in my control.At 41, I am learning that tad bit of wisdom still. Maybe it's just that I live life on full throttle, and the reality, no matter how stark, is that few others do. Or maybe I am just stupid for caring so much. Maybe my dreams only compel me, myself and I. Perhaps I am a fool caught in a vicious cycle of belief that creating beauty and moments of rapture really matter to others, only to wake up and find myself alone, trying to create harmony out of monody.
I trust God. It's people that make it hard to trust.
Regardless, I can't control the stuff of life.
Regardless, I can't control the stuff of life.
...and it's real downer.
Whaw-whaaaaaaaaaaw.
