When I went out to experience life on my own, I think I had add certain ideas in place. One of them was that I was adamant about procuring the sort of life that I had been robbed of in my early childhood. I don’t think I ever really realized throughout throughout those formative years, and, until now to be more precise, that even in the best of circumstances circumstances, life really isn’t all that far removed from the worst of circumstances from a certain perspective. Because karma I’ve always been good at noticing what’s missing -that is to say; what was always most noticeable to me; what always stood out most to me; was life’s little imperfections. Arrogance? Ignorance? Foolishness? Immaturity? Perhaps! What I do know is this, then then, now, there always seems to be this common thread running through my life, each and every one of our lives as far as I can tell. I either felt as a younger man that I didn’t deserve that, or I felt that I no longer wanted to deal with it after all I had been through. As far as I’m concerned, it’s just that simple 🤷‍♂️