Bouncy Life

I lost patience again - with myself, with others, with the situation; whatever. Is it my second, third or even fourth coming of age? I have no idea and have no wish to know. Bosses can kill at work. They mutilated piece by piece and finally murdered my passion, creativity and willingness to excel in my lovely work. They strangled any last breath of exhilarating meaning and purpose out of my grieving life. It is never the less, interesting to see how heavy I had fallen, how deep is the hole, and how I am going to come back next. That's the wonder of life, I guess, how it always seems to bounce back.