Sitting at Mount Zion surrounded by mostly very sick, brave souls, I get lost in how things are. These folks are mostly fighting for their lives in various ways. My worst problem is not to get overwhelmed myself. If I do which is often, I surely don't want to convey it. My problem, not their's. I often want to cry, to curse and more likely than not to say the "F" word as it seems to express my feelings better than anything else. For me, the "F" word no longer literally means the crude literal saying but an aphorism of a greater meaning. F..K!!!!!! (Anger, frustration, reality, unbelief, etc).
Life is hard. It is tough. It isn't fair. So...still I hate that I can't be a little more on top of life. I guess I'm glad that at least I don't say the stupid things I've said in the past, i. e., it could be worst, don't worry, it's going to be OK.
Well, guess what? It ain't going to be OK or it is going to be OK. God bless us all.
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