Friends, it is becoming more and more obvious to me that trying to carry the world around on one's shoulders is an exercise in futility and, potentially, is a threat to one's health and longevity.
Of late I've noted that more and more bloggers seem to be dropping out of the scene, all of them expressing the same feeling: not only are we worn out trying to change the world but we realize how little impact we are having. It's a two-edged sword.
Last night I received a malicious email from a total waste of space. Stupidly I allowed it to get under my skin. I went to bed with a pain in my heart, one that I eventually removed with medication. This morning I feel jaded, worn out by the unequal struggle.
I offer the above photograph from Innisfree to you as a peace offering. Sadly, it's a scarce commodity in this world. And I offer the following words:
"And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening's full of the linnet's wings."
Yeats. W.B. From The Lake Isle of Innisfree.