It's whatever

So the working world called me back last Thursday and said they had another desk with another name on it that matched mine, in some non-descript office building near South Ferry.

I said yes, and thank God I did, because in the face of what I learned over the weekend, keeping busy is the best thing for me.

Being let down by human promises only reinforces the sad fact that people will fail. No matter who, what, where or when...no one is exempt from making decisions that ultimately result in harm to themselves, reputation, to those who are close to them, and even to those who don't even know them (for example of that, look to our current president)

Last week, I was happy-go-lucky...enjoying life, smelling the roses (not literally...it's fall here in NYC after all) and just absorbing it all.  Today, I feel as gloomy as a London rainstorm.  Life isn't sweet, it isn't pretty, and the one who calls you friend today, will fire the gun that kills you tomorrow.

Thank God I believe in a Jesus that somehow, although the world is jacked up, maintains His stance. I'm kinda glad there is a Heaven...stuff like this makes me wanna go there ASAP.

In a way, I am kinda glad that I have that bitter experience under my belt. Short of seeing someone die in front of my face, I need things like that to harden me up...toughen me up...make me get in touch with pain and emotions that will ultimately create something positive within me.  Maybe it will help my writing...maybe it will help my ability to help someone else...maybe it will help me to have that attitude of..."It's all about me"

At any rate...I'm going to be ok.