The other day I was pitting myself, again. Seen all the things in dark, shaking and pressed by the stress I did create myself. This time, it is just too many things going on. It is a bit different than last, when I had those other feelings, feelings, which some identify as midlife crisis symptoms.
It occurs to me, today, how naive I have been with expectation, that my live should have some world wide reasons and influence. Often I feel that I need to put things right, that I just can’t let some things go the way, I believe is not right. Thinking how I will feel and how could I live with myself if I let them go.
Then, from pretty nowhere, I realized how other people felt in similar situations, in much more serious circumstances. Just imagine, you are part of situation in war, situation which can’t be overlooked. It is terrible and it is not in your power influence it. But you can talk about it, correct the consequences or explain better, but nobody listen or worse. You standing with your powerlessness in your head the rest of your life.
Where I go with my trivialities? My troubles and worries are just joke comparing to that.