::@:: Reality of Dreams ::@::

You know, I did start writing one of my “I’m feeling really down and need to get stuff off my chest” writings this morning. Brought on by the realisation that I am soon to be 27 and I am still single and have no real probably chance of ever not being single. I have done relatively little with my life and I have no idea what I am supposed to be doing in the long term and that my life seems to be one long timetable that rarely changes and a whole bunch of just general stuff. It took me a while to write it all up and I was about to draw it to a conclusion when someone asked me for advice with what they should do with a situation they had. I gave them what help I could, there were better people they could have went to, more knowledgeable people, but they came to me. Suddenly I found I could not write about my self-pity as it suddenly became very empty and meaningless.

Now, while I may not feel the best sometimes, and I may not have any skills I excel at but people seem to trust my opinions, they seem to value what little I can offer. I may never feel that I am the best, or even good at anything, but really that is just my ego talking and wanting reinforcement. I am no great theologian, I am no skilled artist, I am no virtuoso musician, I am no intellectual scientist, I am no amazing Computer Expert, I am no powerful preacher, I am no lover, I am simply me, and frankly no matter how that thought may depress me at times I should learn to live with it and allow God to use me as I am. So, the clouds may still be there, but really should I complain, I don’t like the heat anyway

Anyway, now that I have got that off my chest I think I’ll finish up. Laters People, remember you are not a salmon, a dolphin maybe, but not a salmon.