Seventeen Years

I’m unsure how seventeen years later, the world has gotten worse, better technology and has more distracting hackers, thief’s, thugs, gangsters and drugs.

Old folks’ from the 1900’s must be excited for cheeseburgers and chess games in the park on their afternoon lunch break, working from home and describing the most beautiful syllable they type on a laptop.

But I remember when I started this diary to figure out life a little bit and be happier.

Now, all I can do is describe happiness, with no place to share om mani padme hum and other forms of respect and honor, for what’s been forgotten and lost and also accomplished on earth.

And outer space.