Tuesday, 06 February 2007
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My life, the part that lies outside the realm of choice (with the exception of a few bright spots, perhaps more aptly deemed moments of "comic relief"), is a constant tv drama; there's always some nasty twist around the corner, except there is no end of the hour for me, and the tv never shuts off. We're all just unfortunate, imperfect individuals caught in some cruel twist of fate, something like Huis Clos, except we're far too innocent and all too real. I sympathize for all the characters, but my resolutions seem always temporary. I'm helpless against all of our problems, even mine, and the flames only fan higher every day. I wonder how it can get any worse, but I have no doubt it will. Happiness in this madness is so transient that I often forget its presence. Sometimes, it all seems like a great illusion. I've lost all but a few lines mooring me to the shore, and they are all that keeps me from being swept into the hurricane and becoming lost forever. I wonder where everyone else is and how many lines they have left to them; I want to help them too, but I don't know how. Please let those lines be strong enough to hold us through, at least until the momentary peace that might be found in the eye of the storm, and please let us not lose hope...
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