So, I've always taken comfort in the belief that my impact on the world and life has been insignificant, minuscule, unimportant. There was a sense of security in that idea. However, life has been talking to me (no, it's been in my face). At first I didn't want to believe it, yet it keeps on talking--telling me that, yes, I have an impact on the world and life. I make no excuses, only to tell you that what seemed like sanity was actually insanity, and if I am insane now, than I'm fine with that, too.
Rather than try to control life, I've chosen to let life choose its own path. It's been around much longer than me, all I need to do is give it the space that it needs to define itself.
In short, I've been a dick, and apologize for being a dick.
Don't know what more I can say. I most likely won't return and wish you all well. Peace.
