I am tired, I am wearied by life. Please read that carefully, I did not say I am weary of life, I am weary of everything that oppresses it from the hand of the living.
I wouldn’t feel or be so oppressed if life wasn’t worth living, even with nothing to care about, no love, joy, peace, kindness, understanding and the simple fact of the miracle of existing at all. Finding a way is always hard, that’s nothing new yet it seldom stops anyone from seeking.
I am weary because life is so worth living it hurts.
This time, right now, is a life changer. Every good and bad thing that ever happens only happens because of life and life is, without question, hard at times.
It’s time to take stock, what will each one of us do going forward? For me, at the ripe old age of 69, there…
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