I am fortunate. I am a fool. I am a fortunate fool.

I am fortunate. I have true and good people in my life. With them I have survived in relative comfort in our journey together admist the apathetic terrors that surround it. Many others have not this fortune.

I am a fool. I have this fortune and yet I will let it deteriorate and squander away. I can't just be fully present and alive with those precious individuals I cherish all the time, can I? Instead I must stow away my soul and indulge in the distracting delights of the shadow play dancing upon the wall's of Plato's cave.

I am a fortunate fool. In spite of my failure to live up to the precious gift of themselves in my life; the wonderful people persist alongside in our journey together. To be granted more time with them elicits the greatest reverance in the deepest depths of my being.

How to shine brightly alongside them? How to give back in equal measure what they gift me and finally end the reign of foolishness to which I bound myself?