To each his own. Every one's own private hell, or heaven, depending which way you look at it. The only thing constant in this flux is the change itself.

I've been away too long ... the words don't come that easy anymore. Writing was once therapeutic for me, and Im hoping it still is. Sadly it isn't like cycling, or sex(really?) ... im out of practice. I know when I read this later, ill probably grimace. Oh, what the heck ... who cares..

Everyday, sooner or later, someone is gonna ask you the question. The one that should really make you think, if you really think about it, but sadly, most of us just respond with a perfunctory programmed answer. Maybe its because the questioner himself does not expect anything else, or mebbe you don't deem him worthy enough to answer the question honestly. Who cares, thing is, the answer is prompt ... "I'm fine" ... or its numerous variants like "great", "doin good", so on and so forth

No come to think of it, what would be your answer if you were honest, So here I ask you the age old question again, my friend, how are you?