Wasted days

If you wait to live life, you never will.

An old college friend came up from Plano yesterday. He needed a fix of the Panhandle and Palo Duro Canyon. He spent the past 25 years or so first in Vermont, then in D.C. He works for the government and makes a comfortable living.

I dislike disappointing others. I hope I do not claim to be something I am not. Do I put too much emphasis on relationships? Do I take responsibility for failures that is not mine to bear?

I feel as if I am observing life from inside a transparent bubble. I can see and hear, but I am somehow apart.

I do my friends a disservice by hiding all the time. They remain in my thoughts.

I miss you.

Later.