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#100DaysOfHopper Day 92-93

Day 92: Gifts, money, cars, houses, tons of friends. Nope. Not for me. People love to say they appreciate life, but frankly, they are full of it. Anyone ever says, all they need is for you to care about them, try it. See how long they stay around. I know it sounds cynical, but I've been pretty much alone to my thoughts a lot lately and in the last two weeks, one e-mail, one message and one person who has continuously made me laugh, has gotten me through a mental rough patch.

The clueless stay clueless. The self centered stay centered. The fakes, stay false to nobody, but themselves. The new fad of the week crew is pushing their product. The woe is me crowd is woeful. The angry to be angry, as long as at least one comment of concern is made public; always public! The I'm better than you, because I have money crowd stays better than all of us Po' Folk. The Jesus loves us, even though our lives aren't any better since before we started posting those memes, keep praying. The innocent bystanders, stand by ever so innocently, waiting to spread their news and gossip of those tiny things said and done by others. The followers keep following, like sheep to the shepherd.

For all those of you who stay true to who you are and true to me, among others. God Bless you if that's your thing. Or if you're like me....fist bump...or FU. What ever you like! Just keep doing what you're doing and never take any shit from nobody...except me. You must take it from me, haha #100DaysOfHopper


Day 93: Yesterday was an emotional day. Someone reminded me of what an odd path this has been. Another reminded me of how fragile life can be. Another made sense of it all with his kind and eye opening e-mail. Simple and to the point. And then someone else, with their message to their departed father, reminded me of how few truly special people there are in the world. This man was one of them.

Very rarely do I get emotional over the thought of life and death. As so many have said, death is an integral part of life. It in many ways allows for our lives to be defined. We hesitate to do so as we live, as do others, because the chapters have not been finished. We need a conclusion. It's not always wrapped nicely, with a pretty bow one top, but it does end; for all of us.

I thought about this man and shed a tear. Then enjoyed a couple of laughs. Then I thought about how, I can only hope for that. I don't mean the manufactured distress that some spouted over the recent death of Robin Williams, but the true sadness that is felt from the loss of someone whose mere being in your life made it better. If there is one thing I long for it would be to have someone feel that way about me. Not to tell me, but to feel that way. So that as I pass, maybe just maybe I can feel like it was all made worthwhile, because someone's life was better, simply for knowing me. Wow, that's a feat! #100DaysOfHopper

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