You know that feeling? When it's a really warm day and you've been running around. You wander back home and your legs feel like mud and clay. Then you drink a cold glass of water, and you can feel the coolness running its way down you, spreading over your body and you can't help but smile.Or the other feeling. On one of the coldest days you have ever felt, and you are forced to stand outside. You are wearing your coat and, with you hands in your pockets, feel like a bundle of warmth. Those are good feelings.
Dear God.I will make a deal with you. I want you to help me pass all my exams. I would like a minimum of three A's. That is all. In return, I will try my best to easy the suffering in the world in whatever way I can. I will mourn with those that mourn, comfort those that stand in need of comfort and try and help anyone in whatever way I can. I will love all of mankind unconditionally, regardless of how many times I am screwed over. I hope you take this up.My thanks.David Budd.
You said that you used to love me. I loved you.I would rather like to know what happened. What happened to that love.What made it drip away, running down a drain? Where did it run to? What did I do to make it fly away in a scream of pain?Why did you go? In reality, I'm not even sure that I want to know. It happened. You did it. You went, along with the love. It has slipped into history. I don't want to say goodbye. This is not the end. Who knows what will happen next?
Someone is upset. Very upset.That makes me angry. Very angry. People should not have to be upset. They should not have to feel worthless and small and insignificant.They should not be subject to their own tortuous minds. They should not have to be hurt by other people.The world is a beautiful, wonderful place. It has happiness bursting at the corners, bubbling up through the pavement and gliding through the air. People should not have to shun it.I can't make everyone happy, but I can try. I will try, because without happiness, what do we have left?
'Hello David.''Hey. Who are you?''I'm you from the future!''Really?''Indeed. I have many important things I need to tell you.''When do I lose my eye?''You bet it during a game of blackjack in an attempt to win back your house. But anyway...''Do I really get that fat?''On the last Sunday of March, 2021, you must...''And bald?''...Do not, I repeat, do not, order the salad...''And smell?''...And of course, that's the last thing you should do to a gaint snail...''Am I alone?''...Fridge magents. What? Oh...no. Not at all.'