I don’t know how wise I am. I’ve lived the years, but I’m not sure how much I’ve learned. The one thing I do know if that I do not have the answers.

You asked, if it’s true that if life is indeed meaningless, why we bother. While I do not agree, that the purpose is found in the relationships we make, I do believe that the personal dramas of life are both our curse and our sustenance.

Having a friend feels good to me, but the “me” that feels the pleasure is an illusion, a spark shooting off a burning log — fleeting and insignificant.

On the other hand, we’re stuck with feelings and a burning sense of self. We as living beings need to seek happiness and avoid pain.

Our tribulations, our very lives may be no more consequential than tears in the rain, (Blade Runner) but they do sting our eyes. And they are our tears and they feel damn real.

I’m glad I was able to make you smile today. From what you’re written it seems like you need and deserve some smiles in your life.

An old freak looking for a way to survive in a world I no longer understand, but through my writing, pretend I do.

An old freak looking for a way to survive in a world I no longer understand, but through my writing, pretend I do.