I sometimes wish life was a little more simple.  It seems as you grow older, life gets tougher and tougher. Life is never predictable.  I guess that’s part of the appeal of life, but it would be nice to have some things that you can rely on.

I’ve been going through some difficult things in my life lately and this made me wonder why life is the way it is. How come life has a tendency to come in batches? All the good stuff come in batches, but then again, all the bad stuff comes in batches as well. Is there no justice in the world? Is life someone’s idea of a practical joke?

Enough of these thoughtless ramblings.  I sound like a village idiot babbling to an empty square.