It's at times like this, With Dire Straits playing and a melancholy state of mind in my head, that I really start rambling.

It's been a while since I last had a good ramble, so now's as good a time as any, I guess.

Music is the language of life. It expresses emotions in a way that is so profound and true as to be undeniable. The creation of melody, harmony and rhythmn describe such beautifulness (Is that even a word?), that some music can seem to capture the mind and hold it entranced.

The language of Love, however. That I have not yet come across. Some might say I have not come across true Love yet, and I would have to say they're correct. I found someone once who really touched me in a profound way. I know I Loved her. I thought she Loved me. I was wrong.

Life's a bitch.

"Trust in God" some people say. Why? What, exactly, has he ever done for me? All this life I've had the shit dealt onto me from all sides until I'm about ready to collapse under the weight, then something happens that makes everything seem alright for a day or so. But it all comes back.

I'm walking a tightrope, except that it's a gossamer thread, and someone keeps trying to snatch it out from under me. Gifts, Curses, Blessings, Abilities... They all amount to loadings on your shoulders to drive you into the ground as you walk along the path of life to the bitter end.

And what do you get for it all? What is the point? I'll be damned if I know, and I'm in a better position to tell than most.

Ah, shit. What's the point. Best to end it right here and now, but that's the coward's way out. I always make things hard for myself, damnit.

Oh well, maybe tomorrow things won't look so bad..