it is all good this morning. knowing all to well, that there will come a day when all of this will end, and that there will be something new to be complaining about, and there will always be something to complain about, if you look hard enough. in the end, the only thing that I a going to be able to do right now, is just hope, that one of these days, there will be something good in all of this, whatever that means.
looking for a ne combination of words.
knowing that there are times,
when people do not want to hear
the same old song and dance.
there are times,
when we take comfort in the old things,
the old ways,
knowing that they have come this far,
because they have some sort of value.
so it goes. press on regardless.