The beginning of a new year is meant to be a time of joy. The air should be filled with tidings of good fortune and the promise of a bright future to look forward to. It has been anything but. If the current events are anything to go by. This new year promises to be bleak. The tsunami tragedy cast a dark shroud over the festive joy worldwide. Somewhere closer to home, another matter stabs my heart with pain. Recently a buddy of mine lost a family member. Our whole gang grieves with him for the loss of a loved one. And for the loss of one so young with so much to look forward to. Times like these forces a person to question the existance of a higher being. And if he does indeed exist, why does he place this cruel test upon my friend. My friend is a man of strong principles and religious beliefs. Rare in one for his age. I hurts my heart so, to know that he has been hurting for some time now. Waiting for the inevitable to happen. The clutch of death is unforgiving and merciless.
I have offered up a sincere and silent prayer to the lord to bless my friend and his family. That He shall welcome his daughter into his kingdom with love and open arms.
This is a lesson on the fragility of life. One moment its there, and before you know it, it has flown by right before you in the blink of an eye. I would do well to learn to treasure this.
I am finding it hard to accept the friends i have in poly. They are not really people that i would go all out to hang out with. It will never be what it used to be back in secondary school of course. Those were the golden years of my short life. I am now more or less pass the transitio phase. Many things including the band are behind me now, not by choice but by the inevitable once again. Some things are beyond my control. It has been hard trying to accept the fact that i can no longer return to help week in week out. Seniors who do that are a dying breed.......
My father has been irritatingly busy with his PSG bull shit. I blame his status in that trash organisation for ruining what could have been. But most destruction and pain is self inflicted....in any case...it feels good to blame him. My HiFi cover is screwed, i complain to him, about it. And he rudely brushes me off saying that he has work to do. PSG huh? More time to help the parents support group than to be a supporting parent to his son. My rage pounds within clawing its way through the depths of my being like a rabid wolf desperate for release.
