I’m nursing a headache that makes me want to curl up in the dark, in the quiet, because my head is about to explode and I feel like throwing up.
I feel like I’ve been dragged onto a crazy, turbulent, nothing-makes-sense train. Everyone’s arguing about everything and nothing of significance. People have loads to say about their desires and preferences, and they’ve thrown cooperation, kindness, and getting along to the wind. Attack!
No, please. I really need quiet. Just a little bit of quiet. And perhaps solitude.
Goodness still exists, right?
It does. I’m here not just to talk about it but to show it.
What I’m doing here is — encouraging others, showing people that love is very much alive, in the midst of ugliness and chaos, and walking alongside them.
Then, why am I experiencing doubt? Seeing more ugliness than goodness? And having trouble seeing straight?
Maybe a simple fix will do.
Taking a nap,
or drawing or painting a picture,
or building LEGOs, will be a good start.
Off I go.
Over and out.