Posted by:
bohica
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Date: May 02, 2017 08:07AM
Sunday morning I was sitting on my couch, sipping my coffee, and watching my little kids play. I felt good. Peaceful. Content.
Outside, I could see my TBM neighbors running in and out of the house, wrangling children, attempting to get to church on time.
And I noticed I felt pity. I actually felt sorry for those poor bastards.
Rushing, rushing, rushing… and for what? What are they getting out of this? Why do they do devote all that time? All that money? Why do they hand over so much control over their own lives?
Anyway… I guess I’m just happy that my disdain has finally turned to pity. I think it’s a move in the right direction.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 05/02/2017 08:21AM by bohica.