I don’t know about the rest of you, but all too often it seems like nothing I do or say has any impact whatsoever. I want to have an impact—that’s kind of the point. Or, I could just be a raging sourpuss.
I sit here, alone, every day. I rarely eat or sleep, and I have little human contact, aside from reaching out my digital fingers on this blog and elsewhere. I’ve even been cutting back on that; isolating more. I can’t seem to drag myself out of this deep ditch of depression.
I’m glad that people elsewhere in this mess of a world are happy and carefree, because I don’t see how one can be, given all the assorted awfulness that ceaselessly grinds away. So many suffer—so many lives come to a halt—while the rest carry on in ignorant bliss. Good for you.
So, here is my poem for the day. It’s for the world. I hope you enjoy it: