“We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.”
– Charles Bukowski
Today is my dad’s birthday. I miss him. Right down to the bone marrow, I miss him.
And sometimes I don’t even want to live anymore either.
But not because I miss him so much. That would just be weak.
Rather because, the lifeblood flowing through our society’s veins is commerce when it should be kindness. And sometimes that heaviness is just too much for me to bear.
Especially since we all share the same destiny.
But here I shall stay because, well, there’s much work to be done.
And by “work” I mean: sensing beauty when I can and more importantly, adding beauty when I can.
Maybe you will consider the same.