Good night and God bless..

He comes tired from his graveyard shift, makes himself an instant cappuchino, and sits on his favorite recliner where his laptop is on his lap. He stares into a new world, right there in front of him and starts with greeting people "good morning".He later checks his 5 email accounts, just forward crap from his friends.But tonight, hes got a lot on his mind. He has a blog to write. Oh...what shall he pen today? His day was pretty unadventurous to mention. Should he write about his girlfriend's dilemma while choosing the right shoes? Or should he describe his boss's indifference towards his work? Or maybe pen his growing contempt towards the "thespian"world? He chooses his topic with care, affection and as an outlet for his despair.

Ahh...that must have felt nice!
Its late now, time for bed and to log off the net. He does it with a little smiled curved on his face. And then he sleeps. Resting, resting and then finally, he passes into another world without even registering the fact that the pain was radiating from his heart. Tomorrow, his wife will find him on the sofa. Not alive. But when the funeral is over and everyone who knew him go back to living without him, the ones who really cared are left feeling sad. But there is hope. There is a message waiting for them to read, written by his own words, on the night before he passed on.

So all i must say is : God bless this blogging generation!