Oh my gosh I have a blog!
Today is my mother's birthday. She is 55. I am 26. It seems to me like she has always been the same age. I spoke to her...miles away, wished her happy birthday, the whole bit. How long am I going to live in this abnormality of a life? Where the ones who bore me only get to speak to me once a week? Where I can be anything from 'foreigner' to 'alien' because my passport is not blue. Where I have been in hot pursuit of happiness for over half a decade, but somehow am starting to get the feeling that I've been pursuing a happiness that isn't necessarily mine; leading me to the question...What/Where/Which/Who is my happiness? Should I be asking this question at my age? Or should I be "all grown up" by now, and know the answer?
2 comments:
luving this, Wats really Good wit ya. Luving the website
What did we do for mothers day???
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