 Scarlet Letter |
Since I turn 63 in 16 days, I have found myself reflecting on my past history. This essay has grown out of that.
As a young lad I was very unhappy. I didn’t know totally why that was so, but there were conditions that I knew contributed to it. My parents never seemed happy with their lives. Even times where celebration was the expected, like Christmas, turned into times of strife. In later years I have wondered if my father didn’t suffer from some sort of PTSD, having been a B-17 bombadier during WW II.
Whatever. I guess I turned to my dream life to escape the unhappiness. I mean, it wasn’t an intentional choice, but I discovered that I really never wanted to wake up in the morning…to cease being who I was in my dreams and resume being the me who was so dismal.