Today is the last of August 2025 & my last day of being 58. Neither of which brought me much joy or kindness. They were both rough on me. I doubt I'll miss either.
Some people look at birthdays as victories or causes for celebrations. I don't. I may still be here, but I don't really see the reason to be happy about it.
This last year wasn't good for me. It was decent to some of those around me. My roomie has some goals & is making some progress on the matters. I don't have anything like that anymore. I doubt I will.
My life wasn't easy when I was a teen or early 20 something. But I still had hope things could work out. I haven't really had hope since my early 30s. Still, there were things to look forward to. Those dwindled in my mid 40s.
I doubt 59 can let me down. I'm sure it can & will suck. I'm sure it can be harder. But, I have no reason to expect anything else. So at least the year can't let me down. Maybe it'll be a good year for others & I can be some kind of good fortune tourist.
Goodbye August, you were really rough. Goodbye 58. That went worse than expected.
Cya...






























