I look at myself today and finally realize I am getting older.
I look at others and wonder why their tragedies happen wishing I could hold them and hug their pain away I am, real sensitive when it comes to feelings and sometimes overly sentimentle.
I know I want to be the right person with the right motives in the right time.
What I want to own for myself is integrity....some say nice guys finish last and I used to believe that and sometimes when things don't go my way I start thinking it again.
Some say jokingly I am spoiled but once I started going through my lifes inventory for every wrong, for every hope I have had, every bit of anger, pride, greed, possession, and obsession ; I have to wonder and maybe admit I am spoiled. Maybe I am spoiled just because I get to breathe and someone else didnt get that chance today.
