“The mark of a mature man is a certain scar he bears: the perfect memory of a women never won, or a once-true love lost forever.

However much he may love you, he is only here because she is not”.

I’m not sure about the genesis of this quote or if I fully agree with it but for sure it gives me pause. Thursday night waiting for room service to arrive with something to eat and between a couple of hours of work calls finds me flicking through facebook. One of my gaming buddies, EZ has a friend who appears to be something of a romantic seeker looking for a spark to lighten her world, she has a whole series of interesting quotes collected from the net this being one of them.

In general I agree with much of these simple lines. I question the word mature and can think of a number of replacements as I’m not sure it’s a sign of maturity unless that has overtones of folly. In my case the love lost forever is something probably should be the trust/love I destroyed forever, like everything in life you don’t truly understand what you lost until the situation cannot be reconciled. In general I’m not one for wallowing in self pity as it serves no purpose and I have to live with myself.

Five year of a transitory life drifting from one situation to another is somewhat tiring. On the surface its easy to skip from day to day focusing more and more on work a masking the fact that something is very much missing from my life. Something needs to jolt me from this thought process as I’m sure it does not have a productive outcome.

That’s the beauty of a blog its about what occurs to me at the point of writing a place to capture ideas, simple facts or just how to do certain things so at a later date I can recall what I was thinking or just how to configure that dham blackberry . . .