What is it about life that makes us doubt ourselves?

My opinion: exhaustion.

It was hard to keep awake when I got home last night – very hard. It was equally as difficult to get up this morning. I’m finding less enthusiasm in my heart.

If there is ANYONE out there reading this, I am sorry…

• sorry for the state our country is in;
• sorry for the people we’ve become;
• sorry that I wasn’t able to have a positive impact on your life;
• sorry that people are suffering;
• sorry for not being there when you needed me;
• sorry for my outbursts of frustration;
• sorry for being in the way;
• sorry to dissappoint you;
• sorry that these posts are so dark and negative

We are all detached from regular and meaningful human interaction. (I suppose its hypocritical of me to say that while I’m “talking” to my blog page.) It’s clear that there is no way to rekindle a desire to interact with real human beings without a total revolution in the digital age. We’re all guilty of it, and I’ll take full responsibility for my part.

There is a question that asks “If a tree falls in the forest and nobody is around to hear it, does it make a sound?” I have to ask ” If a person cries out in the forest and nobody is around to hear it, does that make their pain any less?”

Peace.