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I find myself struggling. Struggling to work. Struggling to play. Struggling to live. I look for something or someone to blame. Even myself. At least until I can disengage, rest, sort feeling and thought. I then realize it isn't anyone's fault. The sheer weight of life and time. I know I'm not the only one. If I think it is happening to younger and younger people. It seems more severe for the young? Or was that always true.
Just a... moment of seasonal darkness. Enjoy these as well. As you may, in your time. They are somehow wonderful sacrifices to God, as are great joys. With love, He accepts our wondrous works in our solitary walks here. Such dark beauty, made, developed, sung. So be it.
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