First, let me say; I am not looking for congrat's, hugs, empathy or sympathy. This just my thoughts on my life.
Today, I am 55 YEARS old. That in it's self, for me seems to be quite an accomplishment. As I have reflected on past deeds and accomplishments[or lack there of], I can only remember the bad events. The ones that I either wronged someone or made a bad decision[affecting myself or others or both]. I never reflect on a positive event, surely there must have been some.....They just never come up.
When I analyze my contributions to this world, I find myself lacking. Any memory of my existance[ecept for my immediate family] will vanish upon my demise. I have not "saved" the world with a miracle cure or brokered world peace. I have not contributed to advance knowledge by research. I have not even improved my own knowledge[ I have had ample opportunities] to facilitate my doing any of the afore mentioned things.
When I left home in 1964 to join the Navy, as I was leaving Montgomery to go to "boot" camp, A Marine Sgt. boarded the bus to try and recruit/hijack recruits for the USMC. I volunteered. Iwas rejected because I was a minority[under 18, parents had to sign for me] enlistee. I have often wondered if, had things been different at that instant, if my life would have had any significant value. I might have been a "HERO"[ which I consider all battle dead] or have changed an event that would have been significant. But, alsa, NO..
My lfe has been a series of mundane insignificant personal struggles. The only "bright" spot being my beating[at least for the moment] Drugs and Alcohol.
From MY viewpoint, had my life not continued beyond 15 years old, it would have made no difference. I have wasted the last 40 years in futile struggle. I have used up Air that many good people could have put to better use.
BUT, EVERY day I wake up, put the FALSE smile on my face and go and take "My Fair Share of Abuse".
I wonder, How many more wonderful "Golden" year do I have in me???