Darkness falls upon humanity and faces become terrible things that wanted more than there was. All our days are marked with unexpected affronts – some disastrous, others less so
But the process is wearing and continuous. Attrition rules.
Most give way leaving empty spaces where people should be.
– Charles Bukowski
There’s been a lot of depressing news lately. Election prospects dim, Brexit, mass shootings, and the lot. It’s hard to watch it all unfold and hold onto hope for the future, and humanity in general. Some days it’s just more than my heart can bear.
Maybe I’m a soft touch, and I’m not hardened enough for what’s going on in the world. But as much as I’d like to be the strong adult, in quiet spaces, when I’m alone, I’m really frightened. My own future looks rather uncertain, and it’s really hard for me to put on a brave face.
I guess I’m not holding it together as much as I thought, because the people around me are noticing. I feel terrible that my emotional turmoil sprays fall out on the people around me. Usually I’m the voice of reason, but when I need reassurance, there’s not much anyone can say short of providing a viable solution, that makes me feel better. I’d rather not hear the platitudes, and just drag myself through the mire onto the shore of another day.