What Does It Hold?

So, a new year on the horizon, eh? Is it real or is it fake? You know, an actually new year. Was it not for time we would not consider years, new or old. Were it not for time we would not be here either so we have that going for us; for a while. Then, just when you know enough not to be morbidly stupid, time is over. Just like that you wither and either lie abed dying or you get wiped out in some circumstance you never dreamed of occurring. So much for dreaming to. A dream never made a difference in life unless you are superstitious and being superstitious is being on the dead end of dumb.

Or, you can choose a belief system in which time is endless and you can be there. Be where and for what, that is the question. There are no clear answers so let’s talk about right now this very second except that the very second it took me to type this is gone. Am I making sense? I mean, even in a senile and wandering sort of way? No? Then welcome to my world! Glad you made it, am I!

I have more questions now than when I was thirteen and one of my greatest questions is why am I still alive. I nearly drank myself to death, went through two combat tours in Vietnam and slid my car off the road on a hairpin turn at sixty miles an hour and didn’t go over the cliff. Stopped about two feet short. Now, I have gray hair, a lousy attitude and love life now that it is damn near done. Am I sane? Was I ever sane? How about you? Are you sane and what exactly does sane mean in a world so awful that people think killing unborn babies is a great idea? See what I mean about the “new” year?

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