Profundity in Short Supply
I’m out of gas.
The spring allergy season has struck and stuck. Being ill makes me depressed, and depression makes me ill. So my ADD flares up and I can’t keep focused on much of anything that matters. At least I know what to do when I’m bored and depressed. Those two are close friends and confidants from way back. They were joined not so long ago by Arthur (last name is Itis).
Okay, sick humor. If I took myself seriously, you wouldn’t. As it is, the best you can get from me today is a late post about why I have nothing to post.
Are you still reading this? God bless you.
I haven’t lost sight of what really matters to me. Somewhere over the horizon from me is yet one last adventure. I have no idea what it is, only that it is. Days like this help me to reduce the baggage, to challenge and shake loose a lot of things which aren’t likely to survive the adventure. More than anything, I fear this all signals something rather challenging and trying for a lot of folks.
I’m pretty comfortable with my own suffering, but I really hate watching others go through it. Everything I write is aimed at reducing suffering for my readers and the lives they touch in turn.