There is a loneliness in this world So great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock People so tired, mutilated, either by love or no love. People just are not good to each other. We are afraid. Our educational system tells us that we can all be big winners But it hasn’t told us about the gutters or the suicides. Or the terror of one person aching in one place Alone, untouched, and unspoken to.
People are not good to each other. People are not good to each other. I suppose they never will be. I don’t ask them to be.
Recently, someone with more curiosity than sense asked me how close I came to what I wanted to be as an adult when I was Five. I remember very clearly that at 5 yrs old I wanted very badly to be Spiderman. Had an adult asked me then, I’m sure I would have said either a Doctor or a Truck Driver because those are the sorts of things that most adults approve of or at least think are sensible.
But if 5 yr old me were to drop the BS and really give the question some honest serious thought, I would have said I wanted to spend my life drawing pictures, playing with toys and having fun with my friends.
I’m going to call three-for-three on this one. Win.