I wonder what it is that dashes expectations and wishes on the rocks? Whatever crushes those crucial components of hope should be incinerated. None of us need such oppression.
But here we are. My mood proves to me that, on good days, even joy can be smothered for no apparent reason.
I want so desperately to expect humankind to advance in fundamental ways, but I cannot fuse that desire into reality.
I’ve been awake for nearly 16 hours now. Maybe my mood is being ground into reality in ways that prevent me from suspending reality. Ahh, crud. Would that we all could kiss and make up and be good, if only for awhile.