Pronounced doo-bar. The only two sure things about life are time and death. I'm about 4 months shy of age 40 and I totally understand when they say "life is too short". There's a big part of me that has become noticeably bitter. The intent of this blog is to be more like a journal that I can vent to and let my frustrations out. Rather than ruin a good conversation with my negativity, I can create better experiences when I sort thoughts in writing. I just want to be happy!
Imagine being 90 years old looking back at a life gone so fast.
You've buried a few peers, maybe even a child or two.
A brother or a sister have joined your mother and father.
You're trying to enjoy however long the rest of your life is.
Your children have done had their kids.
And on you're on your front porch or in your recliner.
It's a wonder what happened? What's next?
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