Why do I do what I do? Why bother?
1. Well, to do otherwise would be for me to become someone other than who I am. I *am* thoughtful or kind or generous. And for me to be thoughtful or kind or generous to a normally functioning person, usually (not all the time, but more often than not), brings me JOY; and
2. I'm attempting to make a silk purse out of a sow's ear. I'm trying to do the best I can with what I have. You're only given one mother, and all that related sentiment. It's an "attempt." A small one, granted. But I am incapable of grand, sweeping, elaborate, energy-sapping gestures. I've got my own shit with which to deal.
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