I am blessed. And for my great God I dedicate to write this one. That was Monday noon. The sky was grey as covered by a blanket of heavy nimbus clouds ready anytime to burst. We were having a good time—me and my friends. It’s a housewarming I attended. And as usual I came punctually with the basis that they had not yet started the ritual until I arrived. Ok, I was late but by an excuse. And though not thoroughly announced, I appreciated them for waiting. They have been very tolerant with me in many ways. It’s a good feeling surrounded by friends regardless of the weather; regardless of the timing. When I was young I would dream as if life would never end. I knew I can encompass infinity. My lifetime then was not time bound. Now, I am in my mid-life and have been hit by a really heart wrenching ailment. Life is short, I realized. Let me tell you. I’ve owed my past—thru pain and injury I inflicted to my fellows and myself. And now at a reflective angle—I a