Tough.
Mum shared something rather unexpected today which I responded rather callously to my slight regret. Today is not a bad day on paper but some nagging feeling of slight sorrow and worry about, essentially, nothing at all as I would like to think, was chewing at me the entire morning. A sign of premonition, forebodance, self pity, hormones, post holiday blues or silly anxiety? Perhaps a little of everything.
No, today, life is just not good; odd as it to include the following absurb rant but don't bring up starving African children or abused wives, I think not every feeling of discontentment is one that needs to be dismissed as pure egocentric teenage nonsense. All we say about the concept of the minute nature of personal problems in the context of a world with horrible political failures, natural disasters and humanitarian crises is not entirely universal truth; after all our world revolves around ourselves, albeit to varying extents in the individual, or certainly if one is truly selfless, around immediate family members or the closest friends. One's problems are always bigger than the biggest genocides and biggest typhoon, whether we like to admit this or not.
No, today, life is just not good; odd as it to include the following absurb rant but don't bring up starving African children or abused wives, I think not every feeling of discontentment is one that needs to be dismissed as pure egocentric teenage nonsense. All we say about the concept of the minute nature of personal problems in the context of a world with horrible political failures, natural disasters and humanitarian crises is not entirely universal truth; after all our world revolves around ourselves, albeit to varying extents in the individual, or certainly if one is truly selfless, around immediate family members or the closest friends. One's problems are always bigger than the biggest genocides and biggest typhoon, whether we like to admit this or not.