Journal 2024
This more or less is a daily account of the year, including poetry journal entries, daily journal and whatever else I can come up with each day when I wake up.
Time is not on our side Dec. 25, 2024
On the verge of breaching the quarter mark of the 21st Century, I’m somewhat depressed this Christmas. Not just by the fact that the most intimate members of my family have passed as have my closest friends, but also by the realization that what we thought would occur this far into the future did not. Our dreams, the high hopes of living as artists or songwriters or poets or such, never materialized, dissipated like smoke. Unlike my closest friends, I never hoped for fame or glory (although I might have settled for fortune), and so, I’m less disappointed in how my life turned out than I am with the failed expectations I had for my friends, each of whom had much more talent than I ever had, and so had more of a chance to achieve. They say don’t put all of your eggs in one basket, meaning if you have multiple talents, the more likely you are to achieve success. A fallacy when it comes to my friends, each of whom had potential in music, art and other fields, while...
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