And sometimes it's hard to gaze into the "hidden blessings" that envelope you...
Well, okay, I can speak only for myself. Sometimes I am too entangled in my own reality. I know there is more out there and certainly those who are suffering more, have lost more, live constantly with less (or nothing), and yet I just get caught up in my own little balloon world wondering why it has to be happening to me. (And not even stuff that is that bad or that horrid; I just curl up in my pity party fetal position and whine on...)
Sometimes I am just tired, tired, TIRED in a way that overwhelms. Sometimes I think I'm simply tired of me, myself, and my selfish I.
Anyone else feel this way?
A friend once informed me that if I think life is bad I should visit one of two places: the cemetery or the hospital.
Anyone up for a road trip?
Arlington National Cemetery in Virginia (Photograph by Bruce Dale)
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