It occurred to me today that the older I get the shorter my life as a married man becomes. The time I get to spend with my family and children is lessened. It is a somewhat sad sort of thought I have to say. I am always aware of how much life I waste as a bachelor but until today I had never realized how much of my future is wasted... I really need to search harder for a wife. My life has so much less purpose alone.
I feel somewhat decent in spite of this recent revelation, though, which is something I have to be a little glad for. Depressing thoughts can certainly make an unwelcome path into self-deprecating thinking but I seem to be avoiding it better than normal. I guess I have a bit of favorable momentum in my corner as of late. Or maybe I am a little too exhausted to fully realize the gravity of it all. Meh.
Now... the bed calls my name... somewhat confusedly... in a hauntingly calm tone... even though that doesn't really make any sense.
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