The weather's warming and I've got work again. Both good things. The money's still short, but it always has been. The boys are growing, becoming men more each day. I feel my inadequacies as a parent as I feel the age in my body. I don't bounce back from manual labor so readily as I once did. Still, it feels good to be tired from working hard, even as it hurts. Helps to keep the mind off the emptiness inside. Distractions are sometimes necessary and idleness can sink one in despair. Now if I could only summon the motivation to clean my house.
If you stop to think of all the people in the world it's easy to feel small. So many threads in the great pattern of existence, each with their own wants and desires of life--with all that, how can we possibly expect our own hopes to be fulfilled? Yet, it can happen, the cosmos has room for happiness for individuals, even as it allows suffering.
Damn, I always want to write something profound and moving, but I always fall short. Oh, well. Maybe I should put some more forethought into my posts rather than simply expecting the words to come.
At any rate, I hope all is as well as can be with all of you out there.
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