Some believe life will take you where it wants to like a tram ride. This is true to a certain extent. Control on a tram as in life is sometimes absent, but we can ring the bell and get off anytime we wish. If you like the look of a stop, what's stopping you from getting off? You can stay on, but you'll just keep going round and round and back and forth, seeing and doing the same thing.

You choose to be in a job you hate and make everyone close to you wish serious bodily harm upon you. You choose to eat the jam in the morning, thusly being constipated for a week. You choose a place to stay where the music, the fashion, and the people drive you crazy. Give tolerance and patients a rest. Unburden yourself of these unattainable virtues and basically survive by using your surroundings to the best of your ability.

I was trapped in a room once with one pen, one piece of paper, a banana skin and a poster of a mountain with the words "What happens around the man is nothing compared to what happens within a man". I used the surroundings to the best of my ability... The paper was like bread, the ink was like butter, the pen like a knife, and

"You choose to eat the jam in the morning, thusly being constipated for a week..."

the banana skin was like turkey and salad. I created the 1st sandwich of it's kind, and what happened around me was indeed nothing compared to what went on inside me - particularly in my colon.

You're going around in circles, you're jammed in the tram between the window and a man resembling your high school principal. Listen nay, here the words of a legendary pop icon Collete when she said "You can ring my bell"...

David Smyth