It is funny how life is. I was thinking about my life (funny that), when I had another light bulb moment. So here it is.

What right have I got to complain about my childhood. I mean compared to some peoples life’s and to some children’s life’s now. I have nothing to complain about. I wasn’t being sexually abused. Nor was I being physical abused. I had a roof over my head and food in my mouth. I had what some kids didn’t. So why should I be complaining. Why am I doing this. It isn’t going to change anything, It isn’t going to solve anything . It has happened and maybe just maybe I should get over it and get on with the life I have left. And just make dam sure that it doesn’t happen to my children or to anyone else’s that I know of.

But then again maybe just maybe someone who reads this may stop and think about what they are doing and try and stop it from happening to someone.

And just maybe in doing this I can be free from the demons that haunt my life, and just possibly I will be understood for who I am and how I got to be who I am.

Bye for now
KP


Don't sweat over the small stuff, life is to short