In Transit

I guess one of the qualities I seem to have acquired is I seem to attract secrets. People love to tell me their secrets. Some do so with some need for absolution. Some do it for friendship's sake. But the bulk of it are family secrets that are too sordid for the consumption of the masses. Somehow in me these people find some delight in sharing it.

I don't mind it too much but only hope I don't get it mixed up. Sometimes when you are the keeper of secrets, it gets all muddled up. Which is not a very good quality I must admit. Considering my ability to yak away... isn't it ironic that I am tasked to keep these lips sealed?

It's the eve. I can't seem to keep my annoyance out. Why is it irresponsibility is the norm nowadays? When did it become so acceptable to care about just yourself? Why is it the repercussions of those not willing to step up to the plate leaves a neverending trail of destruction? I suppose the answer is we are all humans. Selfishness and flaws are pre-programmed in our DNA.

But wouldn't it be nice if we could somehow evolve into something bigger than the pettiness of our beings? My problems are small but my feelings are not. That is the contradiction that drives us all to madness.

So here's to those that never stop trying... and whilst we may never give up, we may never falter and we shall persevere.. those who tell us it's the journey not the destination that matters.... we collectively agree should be shot.