Another Day another question

Stress, why does it seem so pervasive these days? Is it simply because we are aware of it, or is it because we have more to worry about? We have a country that has all the possibilities of being the best nation ever to exist, yet we constantly find ourselves disatisfied and disillusioned. Are we becoming jaded, or are we simply afraid? Afraid that somewhere somehow we must answer for arrogance and greed, for presuming that we have some preordained right to dictate to the world what they should and shouldn't do.
I cannot begin to answer these questions, but they are some that run through my mind late at night when I am trying to sleep.

Again I find myself behind.

It seems I keep forgetting to make entries here. Probably because I am not sure what I have to share with others, or what they might read.. I am not egotistical enough to believe that the world as a whole cares about my opinions, but I do have them. :)
Questions arise in my mind as to the value of trying to put some form to your thoughts and let others see just how you see yourself. Is this a good thing? not sure, but it may well be worth a try. I haven't really gotten a handle on this blogging stuff yet, so I suppose it will take some time for me to get acustomed to writing things in it.
One thing I know for sure, is that I do think.. that might be the problem, I think too much. I don't often let my emotions get full run, because I am not sure what will happen.. does that make me overly cautious, or does it just mean I consider other people of more value? Time will tell I guess. but until I come up with an answer I will attempt to do some thinking and writing at the same time. Maybe I will find a way to become more than what I am, or maybe I will find that I am all that I will be.

Been A while

I know it has been a while, but I have been trying to figure out what exactly to do with a blog. :) In reality, I guess it is just a place to get things off your chest, wonder about why things are the way they are, and maybe discover a bit about yourself.
I find myself wondering if things could have been different in my life, could I have been happier, or more 'successful' if I had made different choices. But when I look back there are very few things I would change. My life's work was enjoyable, and rewarding ( well maybe not financially so. ) and I don't know that some of the other things in my life I could have changed if I wanted to. Could I have been a different person and still have had the family life I had in the time period I had it? What part does the social environment play in how you respond to your home life? I am not entirely sure we will ever know the answer to that. Just a thought.

How does one find their way when life dumps them aside?

On a plain and gentle day
A man found himself without
The things upon which he relied.

Looking round, he noticed
That all that had been his life
Was now destitute and bare.

Standing in the sun, he cried
For why did this to him occur
When he had never done any wrong?

Slowly he came to know
Life's only guarantee
Is that it will be here
As long as you do pursue it.

So, it was not his fault,
But rather a quirk of fate,
So he wiped his eyes,
And pursued a new course

As a starving man
Pursues a feast
With relish, with desire
And most of all with hope.

A path less wandered

Among the things that oft worry people, are the dark thoughts that surface in the night. We fear them, we worry about why we have the thoughts.. we worry what others will think of those thoughts, and we worry about what those thoughts say about us.
Here I intend to pull my thoughts out, examine them, expose them, and attempt to understand why I have them. I will include poetry, random thoughts, and answers to questions posed by others. So come in, relax in a nice dark corner, and let the world wander by while we enjoy the exchange of thoughts.