-in the name of Allah-



Hmm, so a new year of the Georgian calendar dawns and it seems few things in life ever truly find a way into uncharted territory, that is to say, most paths in life are often the past re-disguised as something different. Crossroads in some ways. I've come to the conclusion if something cannot be loved, it will be hated. There is no room for ambiguity when fate has something decided, and to do otherwise (that is, to do other than hate) would make impossible the continuation of whatever it is that must be done without having the object of emotion becoming a draw back and liability, a fallacy in this world of reality's permanence. Nonetheless, I remain persistent in apathy, though to be sure, I am learning more of life's secrets regarding familial constancy. Some times we need to overlook the insignificant and embrace our parents, for as an advisor once told me: "the greatest error of our generation and era, is that society believes it does not need the old and aged" - (paraphrased). No more resignation to retirement homes, no more ignoring the nags of age-old wisdom, no more drowning out the sounds that came from bodies overworked to feed, clothe, and lead me through life up to and beyond the very point of this writing. To overlook parent involvement in life, though easy to do when distance is created, is like looking at a clock and not realizing it tells time- looking at parents with a sane and functional mind, its impossible to not see a bond beyond the ordinary, beyond the talk of our age.