My mediocrity overwhelms me as I ruminate on my life.Were my expectations too high?Work, sleep, succeed, marry, parent, mentor, and prevail.Seven words in everyone’s life. If you know their meaning, you’re living your life backward.Fewer memories to make and more to forget ahead.The road in front of me is shorter than the one behind.I have more regrets than a thousand Frank Sinatras. My God, why have I wasted my life?I kn...
Okay, so I’m not Ogden Nash and most of what I write is trash and it won’t change the world or make folks cry. Okay, I’m also not James Joyce and lack an artist’s subtle voice regardless of how much I strain and try. What am I supposed to do if my whole life is mundane goo devoid of pain and struggle and great sorrow? What am I supposed to say if I just have fun every day and yesterday will be just like tomorrow? I do not...
As I look up at the cold, colourless ceiling, with patterns and shapes that are drawn from my own rather dreary imagination, I wonder whether I actually hold any regrets. I don’t mean generally; I am of course being more specific, referring to a particular event, or rather a series of events that in due course you will be privy to and can decide for yourself as to whether I should hold any forbearance for my actions. My b...
I want to depict a story of a no- one, not just any no- one, but a no- one who had a real story to tell. His outward life was perhaps not that extraordinary; he was a twenty-something, working in sales, single and relatively popular with the few friends that he actually had. It was his inner life that was the most interesting, and disturbing. It is disturbing in that it has so much in common with many people currently res...
