Nothing to say....

Have you have had those spells... where you believe that your voice is gone? These spells seems to be long the older I get. And when I do have something to say... it does seem to have the same punch as it did in my yesteryears.

I think the things that are on my brain are least interesting to the world... but rather personal to me. As if, some of my thoughts are not personal. I'm thinking about mortgage, career advancement, my image and will my friends children survive the protection that my friends have put up around them.

I miss thoughts about the purpose, the quest, the pain of love.... I seem to have made up my mind of what it is for. And what role love will play in my life.

I miss my thoughts about the purpose, the utility and the nature of violences.... I seem to have made up my mind on that

I miss my thoughts on what is to be good, in this world, in country and within me ... I seem to have made up mind on that

I miss my thoughts on the nature of politics, tho I'm young, it seems like I have seen those seemly pointless endeavors.

So, I sit quietly, listening to people younger that me ... ask the questions that I once asked of myself. Seeing if the answers that they come up with; comfort them, anger them and sometime beat them.

For I have nothing to say....