exhaustion

This morning was an exhausting one to say the least. I truly hope that none of you ever become disabled or need help. I don’t have the energy to rehash it. I just hope for humanity to not experience the indignity I have.  I guess it is an inconvenience for you. Walk in my shoes for one minute. I don’t know if you could. I no longer have the luxury to give the benefit of the doubt. Silver spoons are not available for me. I’m learning what to fight. I’m starting to wonder if it is a losing battle to educate. 
We want easy. Too bad, God didn’t give me a ride on Easy Street. 
I’m not sour. I’m realistic. The rose colored glasses shatter and shatter again. I don’t know which part of me is more exhausted. Is it the physical body or the mind. 
We all say we want a simpler time. I just want a time when we weren’t so self-centered or gave a darn. Truth is something we say we want, but can’t handle. God bless you  


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