My mind is racing
As it always will
My hand is tired my heart aches
I’m half a world away here
- R.E.M. Half a World Away

I feel like writing poetry, not a blog post, but I haven’t written poems since college, when every little drama meant the end of the world.
I try to keep perspective now, but it actually isn’t really any easier than when I was younger and had only lived half the life I have lived.   I think at any age or stage of life, the things that seem most important …

“And the waves of conversation are enough
To knock you down in the undertow”
R.E.M. – Hairshirt
Almost once a week I have a recurring thought. It is the same thought. Exact same thought actually… I think, ‘why not?’. Why not be friendly? Why not be happy? Why not smile at strangers or make conversation?
It is interesting when I reflect on this. When I was younger, I can recall being at the supermarket with my mother and she would make silly conversation with the check out guy, some …