making sense

i know where my sister is.

in this world, everything falls apart, everything is succumbing to the forces of entropy and gravity. sure, "it's gonna happen anyway," but if our lives as human beings retain any semblance of meaning, it's in our efforts to "make sense" (LITERALLY MAKE as in CREATE) sense out of our lives... and that means, to me, being mindful of all of my interactions. "having a care" about what i say (or don't say). you only live once, so why not make it count as much as possible? to refer back to an earlier entry (richard lavoie), why not pass out poker chips to everyone, so that all the people around you have a better chance to enjoy the gamble of life?

neglect is at times necessary, but most of the time, it is an avoidance. i'm painfully aware of this... why waste time, why let neglect fester and grow, when it takes just a little bit of effort, one word perhaps, to keep the world from crumbling just one day longer? i'm vowing (and failing the hypocrisy of that, TRYING) to make more effort in my life to try to "save" the world...

by doing nothing, i only save myself... and have the rest of my tomorrows to feed upon the regrets of what i have lost as a consequence.

(i have enough regrets as it is).