Trying to figure out what life’s all about?
Whether it makes sense?
And what’s going to happen next?
But why ask the question…
when you’re the answer?
My nickname was once Pollyanna. No longer. Years of living, particularly during the last 3 years, have crushed my belief that goodness prevails. The damn pendulum swings too far back.
Now that the years behind are much greater than the years ahead, I have a broader view and it’s not good or pretty or just.