My dreams reflect my desire for someone to help me, fix it for me, and return things to normal.
What is it that I fear most?
I noticed the kindling this time.
Fears are fanned out before me like magician's deck of cards.
When I was younger, the feeling used to last for weeks, sometimes a month. Now…it’s usually a day or two before I’m climbing back out of the basement of my soul, shaking my head and wondering what happened.
Spill my guts into a Word document for safe keeping, but must I drag you all along for the sometimes torturous ride?
Hosting parties is the fun part of life to me and it seems no one else wants to do it, and they rarely want to make the time to go to any either. Or, again, maybe it’s me.
What happens when we die? Why are we here? Pee-Wee: I DON'T KNOW!
“Whenever you suffer pain, keep in mind that it’s nothing to be ashamed of and that it can’t degrade your guiding intelligence, nor keep it from acting rationally and for the common good. And in most cases you should be helped by the saying of Epicurus, that pain is never unbearable or unending, so...