Distant Horizons

So here I am. 2024 just passed it's refund period and the news gets more and more incredible. Is incredible the word I want? Is uncredible better? 

 I kind of just recently realized that I've been standing at a bus stop for 26 or so years since I just missed the last one - all I have to show for it is an admittedly well-practised skill in pointing fingers and bemoaning things.  Ain't nobody gonna make that next bus show up, and besides, the sign on the pole has clearly indicated this for a very long time now. I just refused to read it. 

If I'm indeed the master of my destiny, can I continue to blame anyone else for my state? Granted, since my Iguanoid Shock Trooper research hasn't as of yet panned out, I'm like the rest of you: I've been obliged to abdicate a large part of my self-determination to people whose only qualification is winning a rigged popularity contest. 

Regardless of that fact, I am left with enough opiates by Those Whom We "Chose" that I can push together a small pile of free will and choice. Hopefully my courage doesn't desert me as I take steps towards living. I used to be more generous and magnanimous, I think. 

 Now, I think I'm going to try directing those qualities towards me and mine.