It’s a shame. And I’m ashamed. That pretty much sums it up.
There’s so much potential in life. So much beauty. Such possibility for positive experience. But it just gets fucked up.
Partly it’s the world. Illness, aging, deprivation, and natural disaster all hamper our ability to enjoy what’s around us.
But partly it’s us. By which I mean me, and people like me. Those who just won’t accept the imperfections of the world, and make the best of it. Who resent the world for not fulfilling their needs, and grow twisted. Who hold grudges, and take them out on anyone they can.
Some people just can’t let go. They keep fixating on what’s been denied to them, ignoring everything else, to the detriment of all around them.
And it’s just a shame.