On The Futility Of Being

There are times I just can't stand it all...

Times when I feel that my life is worthless and wonder what I've done to contribute to humanity.

Times that the only things I can see as being worthwhile are the things that I haven't done anything with.

If I sound depressed, it's because I am definitely feeling a little out of sorts. What's the point of being a good person, successful and a productive member of society if I can't share it with anybody?

A good friend was taken away from me about a year ago. She made the cross-country move a lot less painful and helped me with adjusting to everything "Bawlmer".

Since then, I almost feel like I've been adrift. Yes, I have friends but none quite as special as her.

So, as I sit here pondering over all of the thoughts and images running through my head, I am happy for the people out there who are happy, in love and otherwise satisfied with what fate has seen fit to give them.

Me? I'm still working to find out what it is that I'm supposed to do to move on to the next step of my development.

Until then, I guess I'll have another beer and revel in the fact that I can at least sing karaoke better than some people!