Want to sleep; can't sleep
In your joy, remember sorrow. In your pleasure, remember pain. In love, remember heartache. In plenty, remember need.
Where, oh where are all the things,
That I thought Christmastime was going to bring?
Last year, I thought, maybe this year I’d see
Love and peace under my Christmas tree.
Where, oh where did that dream go?
I guess it got lost in the deep, deep snow.
I thought, maybe, people would change,
But where we are
Just the same.
~ Where is Christmas? Jan Gassman
It is a double-edged sword, this thing called maturity. On one hand the experience of growing up gives me the wisdom of hindsight; on the other, the logic that frames this understanding is the death of innocence.
It was easier when I didn’t know. It was happier. Perhaps it is true that ignorance is bliss.
The breakdown of the Northern Uganda peace talks; increasing household poverty; the laughable political opposition; tolerance for corruption; intolerance of ‘difference’; inefficiencies of the media; rise in crime; appalling road network; oil sector cartels; margin fixing in the banking sector; criminal clerics; my depressing social life …
There are numerous serious issues of the day that I should discuss, but I choose to be fickle. It’s the most wonderful time of the year (or so I’m told) and I’m determined not to be depressed.
Introducing Faith and Joshua, my beautiful nephew and niece.