I now, sit in front of the pc, contemplating what this post should be about. As i scan through earlier posts, i'm surprised. Was i the same person who wrote all those fairy tales (if i can call that). What was that which made me key in those sentences. I don't know the answer to that question. No.

Being a year older, than i was last year. Does it make a difference? It should, right?

It perhaps does. As i look at myself; posing, in front of the mirror, i wonder. Has anything changed? Things obviously have. Not evidently though. Perhaps, i've unconsciously imbibed them into my being. So much so that, i can't select one and define it as such. Incidents (whatever happened); did it occur for the better or for the worse; i'm clueless about that. Wish i knew the answer to that question. Providing solace to the frayed mind could have been better, then; i suppose.