A few questions:

Why is it so difficult to actually live each day the way one means to?

Why is it that I repeatedly do good work and am vilified because I’m not passive enough, not submissive enough, not “friendly” enough?* (I’m actually quite friendly, but only if you are, too.)

How is it that one can have everything one wants, and still have days during which one feels so lost and lonely?

 

“…but nearly is not now, and nearly is not here,
and so for now everything is clearly just the same…

what do people under the gun know?
Tell me how to hurt so it won’t show…”

 

 

*Husband would say it’s misogyny; I guess I either need to learn how to “act my gender” or become a man?

why worry?

DSC_0009I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers
flow in the right direction, will the earth turn
as it was taught, and if not how shall
I correct it?

Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,
can I do better?

Will I ever be able to sing; even the sparrows
can do it and I am, well,
hopeless.

Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,
am I going to get rheumatism,
lockjaw, dementia?

Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing,
and I gave it up. And took my old body
and went out into the morning
and sang.

~Mary Oliver