Beautiful and Sad
I get a bit depressed sometimes... more than a bit actually. Frankly I go through a midlife crisis every other month or so. But there are those who remind me of what life is supposed to be; how it is always beautiful and sad. To all of you, I'm sorry I don't tell you more often that I love you. I love you for what you do for me and for who you are. I am not refering to an amourouse or lustful way - even though this may be true of some of you - but in an accepting shared experience of horror, fright, worry, joy, death, and victory. You are my deepest friends and worst mistakes. My source of strength and my one truest agony. Thank you for being beutiful and sad. I love you.