“I mews about why life is so darn hard, sniffing for Truth, Beauty and Love”. Sorry, that was my cat, who reads me pretty well. Has written a book too!
I was raised to swallow my tears.
I am about to fill it, and I am deciding as I go, what to put on it.
How does one decide, among the thousands of words and ideas, pictures and pains, to spell out on type and print on paper?
Some tasks are considerably easy to finish. Washing the dishes or mopping up a spill. Some you want to get over real quick. Clearing the litter or taking out the compost.
But some tasks — they don’t seem done, ever.