Sometimes I wonder
09/07/2004 06:44 a.m.
How is it that life can seem so nuts, and yet somehow, someway, I get up every day, slip on my shoes, brush my hair and my teeth, go to work, come home, make supper, do the dishes, go to bed, and do it all over again and again? How is it I think my life means anything when hurricanes are ripping apart lives, terrorists are blowing up children in schools, my own children find themselves smacked in the face with such destruction that they make horrible choices of their own? How is it I can wake up every day and look in the mirror when I've made such a mess of things and been such a terrible example? How is there any hope for the days yet to dawn? Why does it matter that I want to do well now? What kind of a difference can it make to anyone? Will my resolve to live a better life count for anything? Or is it just a salve to soothe this moment and the next, and if it is, is that enough?
I am currently Bothered
I am listening to my husband channel surf in the distance