Strangers In The Night

Dear Sir,

You sit in here all night, always waiting for someone, but never finding anyone.  You lift your head up for a moment and stare at those around you.  Fellow drunks, slobs and others lie alone.  Some stir, others lie motionless as if they had long since left this world.

Every night, every day you are glued to this seat.  Pint in your hand, grizzled beard covered in nothing but dirt and grease.  Lay your head back down and piss your life away.  

This place drives you insane.  One place, everyday, one chair, one thought: isolation.  The ultimate form isolation.  Putting yourself in one place, why don't you change?  Do something different.  Make a change.  You complained your whole life about how everything is against you, if that's true then why don't you fight?  Lying down, doing nothing and wasting away in this dark and dank place does nothing for you.

You sit up again.  Life is useless, meaningless.  You don't even want to live anymore, but it's the only thing you've ever known, so you just keep doing it.  

Why do something that has no point?  Why torture yourself?  Why do nothing with your life when you can do or could have done so much.  

Regret.  That is what you live with.  Fear, fear to change.  That is what holds you back, that is what keeps you in this musty place day after day.  

Try to make something of what you have left.

-Anonymous.