No Matter

I want to go back to my younger self, and talk some sense into her... ya know, tell her the way it is.  How so much time can be and is wasted on what could have been, or on what should have been... or even, what is.  There's a harsh truth to face, there's no way you can make it alone.  But, how do you trust another when you're afraid...?  When it seems people are only interested in their own agenda's... and nothing you can ever do, will make a difference.  But then, I always remember that pesky thing, that thing that screws me and saves me all in one... Hope....a good thing, the best of things... and no good thing ever dies. ----- I hope.