Walking Through Fire

Weeping does not soothe a broken heart. I am consumed by sorrow, filled with anger and find myself engaged in daily conversations with dead loved ones. This feels like madness.

I understand nothing. Life is meaningless, and seems like a really hideous bad joke! What IS the point of it all? 

We jockey for position, are desperate to have more, do more and to listen for applause. We must be fit, must be strong,beautiful and forever young. We are top of the class, we are top of the heap...or we live in squalor and must beg for our crust and crumbs , the last bits of the daily bread.

We are kind or mean spirited. We die young, We suffer. We live long, easy lives. We hate. We love. 

Ultimately, none of it matters:

WE SIMPLY DIE.