Intorduction

The little things in life can make one euphorically happy, and in the same breath can be the annoyance that sends us over the edge into the darkness of insanity. As I view my life the thought of reincarnation comes flooding in. If reincarnation, karma and darma are all true, then what kind of past life must I have led? If the world surrounds us with a bubble and no action creates a reaction, then it is time to reexamine my bubble. I find with age my tolerance level of acceptance, and all around generosity is greatly diminished. Youthful optimism replaced by adulthood cynicism with the occasional hot flash of turrets. It is widely known that women are verbal creatures, we must speak so many words a day to feel fulfilled. This leads me to believe that our rantings and verbal dumps of daily life, are what is needed to empty the abyss of our soul and ready ourselves to handle our next day. We cling to the slight piece of sanity that may or may not be left with in us. So, now I start my daily dumps, taking out my garbage, rantings of life, so that my soul may cling tight to the tiny piece of sanity that must be inside me somewhere, I hope.