Food

photo courtesy of 'So Lost and Found'

Written while bitter and pissy...tread with caution...

After stuffing myself sick on holiday cookies and loot and after going out to dinner, I sit here in bed eating a 7 serving bag of chocolate covered pretzels. And I do not want to talk to certain people who annoy me and I have taken my full daily prescription of adivan and life still sucks.

This condition, life or whatever whoops me every time. I am better off staring into the sun than running around hopeless like a fool.

This quote has been bothering me lately, it's by Shakespeare...'what is past is prologue'. Its from The Tempest and carved on the national archives building.


I am not sure if this fills me with hope for the future or despair for my past.

Then I start to wonder, how 'past' are we talking here, a day, a lifetime, a century, all of humankind?

Then this leads me to the question: Do we then have control over our present and our future if what we have done in our past has well, sucked.

And yes, hindsight is 20/20 but so what.

So we see the clarity of our failings; how can we avoid repeating them, reliving them, exacerbating them?