It has been drilled into our conscience that life is all about making the right choices. What defines right has been passed on through the ages. And about 200 years ago, I wouldn't have been writing this. I wouldn't even mind it. But times are a changing. And our ideologiesare stuck in a time warp. So you have to tread cautiously at every step. Collateral Damage is not permissible. Internally you can die. The futility of the whole thing is overwhelming. The obligatory nature of every dysfunctional family is worse than the guilty solace of a broken one.
So every passing day is an existence. A mere passage into the next, where most likely the drab and mundane will face you. And the exhilaration of solitude suddenly seems pointless too. When that was all you had in the first place.
