And so here's how it goes...

If my life were a tiny room, the part of me which I devote to my family and myself is the sole furniture inside that tiny room--a locker perhaps. The rest of the room is that part of my life spent at work.

I'd like to believe this happened by choice.

Not some kind of a curse.

* * *

A few days ago, I was thinking of a quote which may just as well be used as my epitaph,

"If anything happens to me, let it be known that I was happy."

Because I am.

* * *

Then I get hit by a thought that made me think.

"What wrong did I do now?"