Color My Life with the CHAOS of Trouble

As the old year whispers its sweet nothings into my ear for the last time, I have all but twenty-two minutes to speak before the new year. The new decade in this millennium will begin, and I have to say that I am no where near ready. Life is, essentially, flashing before my eyes. I yearn to discover the exact reason as to why I am situated in my corner of the world, and for who. Writing my everyday thoughts clear the muddled pathway to understanding, and I am more than thankful for the select few that decide to read my words, no matter how meaningless they may seem.

The clock ticks. Fifteen minutes.

All I must say is that after this year, things will be different, at least for me. Letting go of the most distracting things, such as Facebook, has been a mind-cleanser. I can write what I feel, and what I want to feel, rather than stare incessantly at photos of people I neither really know nor care about. Before I know it, two valuable hours of my life have passed by, and for what achievement? I gain nothing by wallowing in my self-pity and loneliness. Here is where I have my own small slice of the "world's" (apple) pie, a single yet substantial place set out only for me. And my thoughts that I carry.

So bloggers and writers of the world, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Have a wonderful and prosperous New Year, 2011.

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Eleven minutes remain, and the clock that ticks in time and tune with my eager heart will strike a new beginning.