I'm a fraud

I had one brief period of grief stricken instability, and now I'm all about it. How self-centered silly can I be. There is nothing wrong with me other than lack of ambition, and in an exploited world, maybe that's not a bad thing. And I have lots of ambition to alleviate suffering, if only for a few, if only by listening.

Went to a graduation party last night for someone who was a baby when I met them. The babies I knew are leaving college. I'm just a dude in the background, fading into the past, and happy about it.

This phrase has been repeated to me for many years, far too many times to even venture a guess: "You think too much." I think it might be true.

I miss you.