Bad news and bitter disappointment are no strangers to me, as I get older.
In my darkest moments, I see my entire puny flash of existence as a series of failures. Permanent and un-fixable. I can’t turn back the clock. That knowledge is my constant companion as I age my way to the grave.
But, looking on the bright side, with all that practice, I should be able to take the election results in stride!
And yet, I’m having a hard time doing that.
America. This is not my country any more. Continue reading Post #2047: Bitter disappointment.