It's strange how some people can stick by others through thick and thin, whining and kicking, yet not be appreciated. Then there are those whom we're so crazy about even though they wouldn't stay or don't give a damn - they leave and they are still gold.
A lot has happened lately and I took my time to suss out what's good and what's unnecessary, the best part is to find out what's in my best interest. Regardless of what cannot be professed by itself, I think I have come to only one conclusion:
Good guys die first, bad guys die last. Repentence will be retributed with revenge, and regret with ruthlessness.
A conversation last night made me ponder what value I am worth - and as it switched sides over the faultlines, nobody saw the other's perspective; instead, finger pointing ensued over what was and what was not.
I've been to so many entries and a common trait I found was: point-of-views are often skewed, and they are way detailed than necessary.
I flipped though mine own and discovered the exact reverse. I penned close to a thousand entries that could have very well made a book, yet, it would have been touching the water with a slight ripple and skating through it like ice.
In other words, have substance no contents. Good looking vase with no flowers.
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Jean, sorry I've been so uncontactable. If you need anything, call me 3 times in a row and it'll be done. I promise.
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And responding to feedbacks about me being wordy, shallow and unresponsive: try some other blogs.