I’d like to think of myself as kind, caring, and generous. In truth, upon reflections of many a regrets throughout my life, I have been kinda aloof, carelessly dismissive. And in general, an island. Sure I can blend in, a team player if need be, not quite a leader but perhaps an ally for a good cause. But always, there is a nagging feeling that I might be an imposter. A cynic at best. A bore, all the same. A painting, a portrait, a story, or a photo of a man, but not the man himself. Though in many aspects, not false, just… Incomplete. Yes, that’s it. I am a beautiful, meaningful, substantial human being with a missing puzzle piece. So not many really know me. My last words to you, strangers and friends who find this message. Complete yourself. The movie line You Complete Me, total B S. By whatever means, however long, I wish you complete the portrait of yourself. And appreciate it. You have value. You claim your space. I am okay with my departure from this world. Laughed a little. Cried a little. And always had the blues a little. Ah, the glory of it all. Be brave my dears. Be bold. Be a sun, moon, or star of your own choosing. Don’t be a black hole. Don’t be an asshole. And with that. Thanks for listening. See you around. SO LONG, BITCHES!