It's quiet tonight. Everything makes sense in some sense and mostly doesn't. I mean I see the cause; the effect, but accepting that is not acceptable.

I see, hear, talk to, and reject people on a daily basis. I embrace many in my every day life and hope for some sense of recognition but it doesn't always happen. As I contemplate many things right now- so many many things, the most pressing one on my mind is the people that I love or loved. They made me, molded me, and continue to shape the person I am. The influence that I allow them is tremendous. Who would I be today without them? Would I be typing this? Would I have been better off? Would I be worst off? Should I have remained with one of them? And then the quiet settles and I realize that I'm exactly where I should be thinking exactly what I should be thinking. What I'm think is, "I'm alright."

Life is perspective and being able to see the mistakes and learn from them makes life worth living again and again. So everything makes sense and mostly doesn't. To the people I have wronged, I'm sorry. To the people that have wronged me, it's ok- I've forgive or forgotten. To the people I love, I will not forget.

Everything tonight makes sense but in many ways doesn't.