A set back ..... the kind of fuck me in the face with a pick-axe setback.
I would have thought I didn't need one
BUT ... I did get comfortable... At accepting not getting comfortable so easy.
Mistake. Or two, arguably, I made.
I tell my self quite persuasively that I'd do them again. But have I the right for a slack!?
... there's this ongoing universal disaster ..
Only anger is keeping me from sadness, I think. I should be sad everyone thinks.
Rage will bring me through I'm sure.
I need to give the beast a map though, and fast, lest it burns me...
Yet to my anger, I don't have a plan. I don't have a solution.
I know that it'll be fine. I know that an opportunity will come and I'll power ever on. But I could use feeling like that as well.
And for that, I need to have a plan. So bloody petty.

Just wanted to say that I'm angry. And that it's not a bad thing, for me. Preferable to sades.
And that I yearn to rage but lack a meaningful direction...
And whenever there were too many people who felt like that, it never ended up terribly well.
But, maybe we are mature enough as a society to be able to tell between compassion and cowardice?;
Neither needs be heroic but one of them loves so to be, and only one of them would shoot you in the foot.

And then there are fools.