bleh
I came from a broken home with physical and mental abuse, yet for the longest time I was quick with a smile.
I have been to war... and through all the chaos and violence, I came out of the military a pretty happy-go-lucky cat.
It is only recently, in the last year or so, that I find it more difficult to laugh (laughter born of mirth, laughter born of sorrow I still have down). The sheer drudgery of life has given me a thousand yard stare. I have always been a fatalist, but the inevitable forfeiture of life seemed to granted me a fervency for living, a paradox disguised as an oxymoron.
I have been to war... and through all the chaos and violence, I came out of the military a pretty happy-go-lucky cat.
It is only recently, in the last year or so, that I find it more difficult to laugh (laughter born of mirth, laughter born of sorrow I still have down). The sheer drudgery of life has given me a thousand yard stare. I have always been a fatalist, but the inevitable forfeiture of life seemed to granted me a fervency for living, a paradox disguised as an oxymoron.