"So glad the Lord woke me up to see another day..."
"I am so blessed that I see another day above ground..."
I am so at odds and in complete opposition to these & other synonymous affirmations; I've isolated from the real AND 'virtual' world...best I 'hoard' this negativity although I admittedly 'feel' the guilt in my unappreciated & dissatisfaction in the 'gift' of another day - frustrated that I've 'awoken' - bitterly angry that the grim reaper did not summon me between sun-set & sun-rise...No! I must arise and punch life's time-clock on yet another pointless day...
"I am so blessed that I see another day above ground..."
I am so at odds and in complete opposition to these & other synonymous affirmations; I've isolated from the real AND 'virtual' world...best I 'hoard' this negativity although I admittedly 'feel' the guilt in my unappreciated & dissatisfaction in the 'gift' of another day - frustrated that I've 'awoken' - bitterly angry that the grim reaper did not summon me between sun-set & sun-rise...No! I must arise and punch life's time-clock on yet another pointless day...
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I understand your truth a good deal -- and only hope and the constant awareness of the beautiful and tender keeps me strongly here.
I love my cats so much and each day as I appreciate them more I see them growing and changing. I like to watch plants grow and to learn hands on about gardening.
What does this have to do with you? I hope that somewhere deep inside you also carry my spirit -- I see evidence you do -- elsewise you would be embittered -- have no compassion and that\'s an ugly thing to see.
You are not ugly.
I can relate.
I really hate that line about how \"any day above ground is a good one.\"
Being here for the sake of being here doesn\'t do it for me.
I never got the chance to really live, and at this late date it ain\'t happening.
I\'m just here sucking air in and out of my lungs.
Hi.. you already know that I get it, so I won\'t remind you. I have been thinking of you so often.Wishing you some bright spots, time with your son, absorption in your various interests, a suspect but unmistakeable sense of stubborn buoyancy that will surface at some propitious point. Those are some of my top wishes for my understanding friend, and I send them with warmest hugs.