We, like so many others live with hope being a major user of the minds resources. A hope realized releases space for more hope as does a hope that as been thrashed around, modified then re-modified over and over again until it finally withers up and disappears from your head.
Like most I've had several of each but one small hope, that I'm holding on to and have for years, hasn't shriveled up yet. This then could be one of the things tying up the thought process that really hampers my ability to put anything worthwhile down on this page.
I can't help but think the long held hope might be realized as people become more and more familiar with their computers. My undying hope is that as time goes, folks will discover the little button on the upper left that has "create mail" written on it. Then when they do, I hope that they will realize enough pleasure in their own personal creations that they'll discontinue the use of the stupid, "forward," button that so many use to send mostly sick jokes and crap, false warnings, unusable petitions or those "send to five others with-in 5 minutes for good things to happen," kind of things.
You too probably see some of that forwarded crap of today being the same that you received as long as five years or more ago and it just keeps on, coming back and coming back and coming back. Hardly any of it was worth the read the first time. If there could be a way to count them over the years, I believe everyone would be astounded with the results.
Oh well to know however the method, that there are still live people out there means quite a bit to all of us.
'Nothing says lovin like something from the oven', that is, unless you get real and figure into the thought, a personally typed note!
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"Like warmed-up cabbage served at each repast, The repetition kills the wretch at last." - Decimus Junius Juvenalis
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