Hard Sweet Life

Losing someone before you tell them how you feel hurts so much. Going on without them will be hard and it will be hard pretending you are okay. The pain of losing them will hurt everywhere you go. Seeing their friends without them will hurt too and you will be hoping they appear anytime soon. You will regret every waking up and living. Smiling will become a hard job. Tears will want to run down your cheeks every now and then. What will hurt most though is being so close to them and letting them walk away. Not knowing what would have been if only you had said those words. Then you realize that loving them is all you had been trying to do. So, do it now. If you love someone, let them know. No one gets tired of being loved. Everyone wants to be loved. Make sure you have no regrets when they are no longer there. Only be happy they knew they had a special place in your heart.

You say most of the ladies in the 80's age group will never get married, I say men are responsible. Every lady when ready to get married wants a man who is responsible. A lady wants a man who can make wise decisions. Who does not hit every club in town in a day and has control on his life. Be cool but don’t compete. Men in the same age group are spotting Mohawks, sagging their trousers and  piercing their ears. All this is cool but when it’s time to get a wife, do away with them. I have no problem with a man taking care of his hair or body; I think dreads look good on some men. But when you try to compete with the ladies in terms of fashion, it puts us off. If all a man does is chase fashion, he will never have time to chase a wife.  Have something more or extra to present to the woman. I think men should up their game. Money no longer sells except for the gold diggers. You forget that women have gotten educated over time. They can take care of themselves because...

image originally from http://www.buzzle.com I always stumble upon this mentally ill guy as I get out of our estate. I am going to call him Jack. As I rush back home from work, I am sure to meet him somewhere having conversations with himself. Sometimes I wonder, as I turn off the lights and get into my warm bed, where does jack sleep and is it consistent? As I wash my clothes during the weekend, does Jack have clothes to change into? As I get into that shower after a long day at work, does Jack even have water to drink? As I enjoy that expensive meal at a Porsche hotel, does Jack have anything to eat? When I go out to meet my friends on a Friday night, does Jack have family let alone friends?  My conscience is always fighting. On one part it wants me to buy Jack some food or a cup of tea, to bring him some clothes and shoes to wear, to get him into lodging and let him get a shower, the list is endless. The other one wonders whether Jack will accept the kindness ...