The Madness of a quiet still Sunday morning, no longer has sway with me. Just past sunrise they lie sleeping… All except Ned the cat who seems content with brushing up against me.
I have almost 2 decades of dare I say, “Clarity.”
Dealing with the madness of life head on; one day at a time, one step at a time. In spite of all of this; mistakes were made. I don’t dwell on these, I just take the lesson, acknowledge not to repeat and move on.
I remember my mother at certain times would stop speaking with one person or another or wouldn’t shop at a particular store for reasons that were not quite clear to me, for I was a child… However I did realize that she had her reasons.
I also remember during my adolescent phase, which perhaps lasted longer than it should have, where my opinionated unwarranted expressions caused great offense; and I would leave with the knowledge that I had created some hurt feelings , however not necessarily knowing what they were.
Later I learned that even a fool who remains silent can appear wise.
Lately it has come to my attention that asking someone a question can brush up against their sensitivities and cause a reaction not dissimilar to how my mother responded.
I am beginning to understand why certain individuals in society become reclusive in their later years.
I have determined I will not take this path going forward due to the fact that its too predictable and I don’t know if I could live without the human entertainment value.