Perhaps I Took On Too Much

It is not uncommon for me.

I typically carry a heavy load, but the coronavirus quarantine has loaded me up.

I have endured life from a fragile place.

Like looking out at the world from a fox hole in the war, I volunteered for risky maneuvers, this lifetime.

Not having been a veteran myself, perhaps that is sacrilege for me to suggest that I live in a world where there seems to be constant firing of weapons.

But can you really disclaim this reality?

Especially in the face of covid19?

I do extend my respect, and thanks, to those who fight for temporal freedoms; in uniform or not.

Still, we seem to be willing to tolerate a world where children must fear everything and everyone.

Is it any wonder that hate brews steadily under the masks of the capitalistic smiles we put on to win our “Tribe” and have our “network”?

Hate, not only for the other, but for those we call friends, family, even posterity, and ourselves.

We seem to be content with the trauma that the world faces.

I know; what is the alternative!

People do what they can to get by.