My Orphan Year

Not really, but sometimes I feel like it is. Alone and here. Wronged, yet not.

So, where the hell is all the equitability? Where is the fairness? Do we see this? Honestly, I don't care. Life ain't fair, life is what it is. Good, bad, indifferent. Amazingly, there are too many experiences that one actually happens upon for fairness to be really adjudicated.

Unless one sits alone on a Saturday night, feeling sorry for oneself. Get out of the house while you can. While there is something to motivate you: Food, culture, air. Else the world will spin, and you will lose.

No one wants to lose. No one has to lose. Freaking go for it.

My parents weren't the best, apparently. I love them. I always will. I learned from them to never give up, to always fight, and to drive the car like it was stolen.

Thanks to them, life will never be boring. Sometimes a stuggle, but never boring.
-om