I am not idiotic and naive enough to think the world is full of rainbow and butterflies.
The world is a cruel, unforgiving, wretched place that has fleeting moments of happiness between pain suffering and then finally death. My cynism is founded on the principals of watching everything fall apart in my once fancifull life. Death come on swift wings to those who judge, I was once told. This is unjust and untrue, death comes on swift wings to all. Be good or bad it matters not. We are all carried away by deaths cold hands and if we survive we are left to live unfulfilled lives thinking of what could have been. This is not a letter of depressio