29 March 2012 - Today.
Life is so immensely fucked up + ugly.
Still, so long as I am alive,
I cannot stop living.
Reading the news can really eff your shit up.
I compare my daily, personal struggles (education/loan debt; medical debt; mental and physical health problems; insurance bull crap; car troubles; pay check-to-pay check woes; job/career dissatisfacation; general quarter-life crisis…)—I compare this with one day’s worth of world problems…
What comparison is there? But, am I not entitled to my life? It is struggle enough to not crumble under the weight of it all. It’s nothing in comparison, still, right?
I was reading about the lost and homeless pets in Japan (re: March 2011). And I am at work crying.
It’s difficult to not curse the people around me for their paltry banter about the most inconsequential things. Then, who am I to say what they care about?
Today - I am happy to have life…even though it’s all fucked up.