Open your eyes you might see

 I've had good days and bad days
And going half mad days
I try to let go but you're still on my mind
I've lost all the old ways
I'm searching for new plays
Putting it all on the line

-"If the phone doesn't ring, its me" - Jimmy Buffett

I read once that what deserves to live, lives and that which doesn't die.  While I abhor stereotypes and all encompassing statements, I would like to explore this one briefly.  But a detour.  Why does a child always reach for the hot stove?  I don't remember doing this as a kid, but I think everyone does.  I'm sure I did.  How else are we supposed to learn that hot stoves burn?  I (we) never take our parents word for it.  So what does the belabored parent finally relent to the hearing impaired child?  A burned hand and lesson taught by deed, rather than warning.  While my hand hasn't been burned, it does feel the heat and the hair maybe singed.  But sooner or later we all come to our senses.  And the only sensible thing to do is to vanish.  As there is no other way.  When those things that never get said, and they shouldn't, it is time to put a stop to it.  We've all heard the expression about unringing a bell . It cannot be done.  But we can decide to ring the bell.

I'm not going to ring the bell.  I'm going to put it down.  Step back from the stove.

If the phone doesn't ring, it's me.