BRB and the Seven Smileys

We are all so very alike, I've decided. So very much the same, but due to tragic circumstances beyond our control, we are as different as we can be. The we, of course, is a collective "us", a mass gathering of the people I share air with on any given day. The past dictates the present, which we invariably screw up to create the incorrect future. The world is ours, as we are the world, but we will never ever be the same as we once were, or as we once wished to be. So many words to simply say I give up. I win, you win, there is no longer any fight worth fighting. No blood to give up, because we all share the same blood. If my loss is your gain, and I am you, then I have lost nothing.

I have finally achieved an awareness giving me nothing to lose. From here, I can only go in one direction.