11/12/06
And another day. Another 24 hours. Another flight of Apollo has come to pass, as the inky blackness of night chases his chariot of flame into the bloody horizon. The sands of time have dropped into the hourglass, and I ask you what has happened today. I made it obvious yesterday, PAINFULLY obvious what I must do. It is with the gravest sincerity I report that I have not fulfilled this self-appointed duty. I am dissapointed in myself, yes, but self-flagellation is not beneficial in any case. I do not wish in any way to become a pessimistic twit, to be associated with Victor Frankenstein, (Oh, a twit you were!) so I will try to muster some testicular fortitude, and do what must be done.
Rachel's challenge, as I have predicted, is not a burden at all. If anything, it would lift one's soul! The benevolence and purity of spirit is practically choking in it's abundance. Whether it be helping dismantle the set for the assembly last night, or handing out free candy bars this morning, or even just holding a door open for someone. The bouts of good will have left me effusive. But these acts will ring hollow in my heart if I will have no one to share them with. Because I have found out that all we all need... Is somebody to love.
Rachel's challenge, as I have predicted, is not a burden at all. If anything, it would lift one's soul! The benevolence and purity of spirit is practically choking in it's abundance. Whether it be helping dismantle the set for the assembly last night, or handing out free candy bars this morning, or even just holding a door open for someone. The bouts of good will have left me effusive. But these acts will ring hollow in my heart if I will have no one to share them with. Because I have found out that all we all need... Is somebody to love.