I’ve written something that may be self-incriminating, and I’m so confused if I should post it. It’s not career-threatening, but it may be too personal, if there’s such a thing as too personal in the blogosphere. Before writing the piece, I felt very sad. Not sad in the sense of me being depressed because my life is shitty, but sad because the people around me seem to be losing the point of growing up.

Should grown-ups be more considerate? Should they be more understanding? Should they take less guilt-trips and not take anyone with them? Should they be more patient? Shoud they have more wisdom?

Anyone who answers negatively to the questions above should be shot if they are older than 21. A bonk in the head would suffice for those below 21. 21 is not really the age that people become mature. Of course it differs with everyone. However, I believe this is the ideal age that people start thinking what the future holds, if there ever is a future for them.

Anyway, these are just thoughts, ruminations, if you please, about the current situation within my personal space. I would ask Benj to help me pray to any deity to grant wisdom to all the peope if he only believed in (a) God. I would ask Tina to help me pray to her God, but I don’t believe in her God anymore. Well, not as much, anyway. What I wrote is, therefore, not published, and will never be, as far as I’m concerned.

So after writing SOME of my thoughts and justifications of what should be and what is, I feel better. Not much, but it’s a start. Tangent a necessity at this point, I then pose this question to all: Where is the Zen?