Concern

This guy totally has that unique balance of incompetence and bitchiness about not having enough hand-holding.

“The sense I get is that if the view is right our souls will sing.”

- LOCATION

I, like many, was taken by appearances of things by and about Ben Franklin on the Internets recently.

Especially his self schedule, and his question on beginning the day: what good shall I do this day?

So I’ve taken to asking myself two questions in the morning, facing myself in the bathroom mirror: the second question is just parroting B.F.: what good will I do today? The first question, genuinely, is do I have the will to live another fucking day?

Luckily the answer to the first question has been “yes” so far. The answer to the second is always nebulous and vague.

It could well be that these walls are keeping out the grandeur and richness of the world. It could be that this emptiness in my life and heart is the root of this panic and bleakness filling my life. It could be that with giving myself in dedication, filling my life with love, could beat back — or even conquer — that which feels so hollow, shallow, meaningless.

But it could still be the absolute peak of naiveté to think that there’s any way out.