Oi! Where to start? I recently read that life is meant to enjoy and death is meant for peace…something to ponder. I’m 44 and things have came crashing down on me over and over throughout my life. They’ve also managed to pleasantly surprise me with almost as equal swings of the pendulum. As I age though I’m finding new bottoms of which I fear there is no return from and I’m not sure I have the wherewithal to keep piecing myself back together. I’ve started to find more and more solace in the thought that death will hold peace for me since enjoying life seems to be a rarity. I’m not even gonna get into the details of my life’s content and their effect on my welfare…least not in this opening intro. In short, if there weren’t circumstances contributing then I’d think I was just nuts (again, details to come). Anywho, I’m sure I’m not alone in my feelings of failure and the sense that I’m drowning in an abysmal emptiness and neglect. Again, life wasn’t always this way but this time it sure seems to have some major permanence. Holla!