Today

It amazes me how quickly time passes. How much we miss because we weren't paying attention or mostly because we were (are) so self absorbed to notice.

I love the sound of a child laughing. Why is that? Why is it such a beautiful sound? I'm 36 years old and am beginning to wonder about children. I can't actually picture myself having any; although at times I would love to have one of my own. But I couldn't imagine actually keeping one. I am more self absorbed than most after all. It's a dream, fantasy.

Dreams and fantasy are so easy to play with. The real world is harder and takes more time. Effort. Me a mother? There are enough damaged children in the world. No need to add one more.