I had surgery about a week ago. It really seems like a month. All I have had to do is take drugs and just sit quietly. All this free time makes one's mind just go places you usually don't have the time to go. We are occupy with distractions to really focus on what we are and what we have become. I had the luxury of such a journey to the soul. I was alone for the most part of my hospitalization. I have a wife I think and I have family. My perception was that if someone really wanted to be by your side their actions would dictate such. I was also thinking what why we think we need someone by our side as we go through difficult times. Yes it's nice and eases the stress of the situation, but in the end we are left to our management skills to deal with such things. No one can feel what you feel. No one can exactly think what you think. No one can cradle the amount of fear and joy one can experience in this lifetime. But I believe that it's in our dna to one to cling on to one another. I guess the reason I'm writing about this topic is cause I stop writing. I stop writing a little more than a year ago and here am struggling to finsih. I am very rusty but with partice I'll turn this rust to into art.
Bare with me cause this is going to get sloppy and ugly....
Bare with me cause this is going to get sloppy and ugly....
