what's the point? we work our meaningless jobs, pay our inflated bills, sit in front of televisions, cook our meals, try to look good, make purchase after purchase . . .
where does it get us? what is the lasting value in any of that? if my usefulness lies mainly in my ability to earn enough money to pay for groceries and doctor bills and parking tickets, then forget it. count me out. but what's my alternative option? i'm dissatisfied with my life, but where do i go with that? right now i just want to throw in the towel. it seems like nearly everything i've strived for has failed, and i'm left with almost nothing, almost no one. i'm so thankful for my wonderful husband. if it weren't for him, god only knows where i'd be.
my life has to have meaning and purpose, but the wounds i'm left with have taken me out of the game.
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