I just popped in to refresh my dying Babblebab. Unfortunatelly I have no pearls on my mind to share with the world. All I am thinking about is how to sort out my life. Whether to stop torturing myself with the desire to have children a family life or to give up for good, accept my horrible solitary destiny and try to find something positive about it.
Can I ever do something that could at least give a hint of meaning to my life? I see this society like a battlefield where everyone is on horsbacks only my horse has been crippled. How far can you get on a dying horse? And can it make you happy?
