What None Of You Want To Know

 I am now 67. For a long time I have thought differently. That's not necessarily unique. Other people have also been burdened with an understanding of the look behind the scenes of life as I see it. I haven't met them. I don't know that it would better my life if I had.

I became disgusted with the bullshit of working life too soon. It's a bitch to pretend you don't see what's there. And a bigger bitch to try and slog on once you have seen it and realize what you know and what you wanna do don't mean squat, won't create any epic changes.

My life didn't go as I'd hoped. I got bogged and waylaid in the traps that love sets for you. Minor decisions that turn major once you pit your moral intents against your human weaknesses. 

My failing was not insisting that what I knew and believed were the choices I needed to make and stand behind. 

The quiet little voices that, if you had listened, would have changed your outcome for the better.

So, what remains is the bitter disappointments of not insisting on your own driving forces in lieu of just getting along with the partner you wanted to please.

Every thing you face, for the sake of your prosperity and personal success, must come from the small, quiet, voice in your head that tries desperately to have your attention.

If you're not leading from that voice, your life is a waste, and it must not be.

It must NOT BE.