Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever get involved in a fluke, totally unintentional acident that kills me. Hope not

I delete your number each time you contact me, somehow I wish you’ll contact me again, so I can talk to you. But in the end – I’m half of what you want and I want to be whole.

I’ve got almost everything that I’ve aimed for in my career. I’ve written software for companies, I’ve written specs and managed a development team, I’ve designed and implemented and administered back end systems. I’ve hired people, managed people got fed up with people and it’s done now. The only one thing I haven’t done yet… …

What am I worth? what is my worth? These seem to be circulating my concious of late. When all is brought into consideration – these times we are in, the commute into work, the long hours – the uncertainty of the worlds perceptions and predictions, my insecurities, my lack of awareness and the reasons for …

Sometimes I wonder if there is anything that is worth worring about – other than not worry about anything in the first place. Sometimes I think that if we are part of a society that makes us worry about things – we should find somewhere else comfortably.

My thoughts, the mightly inflicted, wonder through dark caves within my mind. Unaware and unprepared – living only to inevitably self destruct in anguish. We. I feel are dying, within ourselves the self doubt is the parasite that feeds upon our diminishing souls. Self realization is the last knock, that immobilises thought and restricts optimism …

Every time i step off the business battefield, I’m a stronger character – damaged in many respects but stronger. I get defined.