Love and Life Sucks!
That's the acronym I used back in the day to express my dismay at the miserable world that surrounded me. Funny how in 15 years little has changed. It seems that the more I come into contact with college aged people, the more miserable I get. In them I see an unbridled enthusiasm, almost a refreshing naivete about how fragile the life constructed around them is.
Part of me is critical, but a bigger part of me is envious, longing for the days when I WAS bulletproof and the future offered a promise to divert my attention from a miserable present. Now I don't even have that. The future is gonna suck as much as the present and I seem powerless to do anything about it. I hope that I am NOT powerless and it only seems that way. We shall see.
